Beautiful Scars
Here is what you do not know,
what you cannot believe,
that the scars you hide so diligently and well
behind your beautifully crafted doors
are beautiful to me,
each one a gift of art,
a painting of your survival
and transcendence,, of God’s grace
in bringing you
to me.
About this poem
There is nothing more intimate than sharing our scars. When we share our scars, we share our souls. And they become beautiful.
The picture is from the garden of the woman I love.
Tom
Quarry House 
Another beautiful poem! The last one I read I shared with my husband and it made him cry! You are a great writer.
Ruth – thank you for sharing that with me, about your husband. We men sometimes get a bad rap about feelings. We have them, but it’s work for us to let them out sometimes. If he can be that free with you, he must feel safe with you, and that’s such a fine thing.
The poem I shared with Mike, my husband, was Secret Love – I just realized I didn’t tell you. Yes – he was touched and so was I. Thanks again. Ruthie B.
❤