Skin

Wrote this poem for a poetry night that I can't attend, so i thought i'd share it :)


Skin -- By Chelsea Clayton

It went in deep, but there was no pain
I felt numbness, a chill, but I was still sane
And then the blood; the pain; the sting
The site of it fed my anxieties
It throbs! It aches! I thought i was strong!
So hurt and confused, i cannot go on
Bandaids don't fix the bullet holes
They just cover up what we don't want to show
I can hide the truth, try and look brave
But the wound is still there, in my skin it's engraved
Even the doctor, the nurse or the friend
Cannot take away what only the skin can mend
With patience and time the skin will heal
What once was broken i can no longer feel
Now left with a scar that is bumpy and gray
It is no part of me, it's who i am today


This poem is representative of trials that we have in our lives. Events that were unexpected and painful. Often times we feel that we are strong, we have a sort of "Bring it on" mentality, but as we get into the brunt of our trials, our weaknesses are uncovered and we sincerely struggle. We are not ourselves, we feel confused and lost. The people that love us will try to help us, to comfort us, to put a bandaid over the pain, but that is only temporary because they cannot change your attitude, that is only something you can do yourself. It is up to YOU to take these trials and to make them a part of you, to help them make you stronger. Our individual and unique trials (like a scar) will now always be a part of you, but it is what makes you unique. From a physiological stand point skin is amazing in that it can heal itself. The same goes for ourselves, we can heal ourselves from any setback in our lives with the right attitude and faith in God's plan for our future.