apostaday: twinkle, twinkle little scar

looking into mirrored glass
gives no answers, only more asked

questions of who i am in your sight

big , colourful cover ups, cover all my inner scars

some created by me and some by falling stars.

they fell so brightly, you see

those falling stars

falling from darkness to earth

tumbeling, continually as to call attention

to their glittery promise of self

they looked like beauty

beauty fell right into my open hands

not the saviour i expected, but i accepted,

and so finding myself

i had to touch, stroke and hold close to me

seering my sin into my skin

now a constant reminder to look down

when purity looks at me....

your purity looks at me

looks intently at me

removes the mirrored glass

removes my colourful cover ups

and stares affectedly at my inner scars,

and falling stars burned into my skin

become beauty marks

tales of where i've been

throbbing to the inate music of the forgiven