165: Beautiful Scars

It’s amazing
What our eyes don’t see
How we apply a filter
To our reality.

We only focus
Where we choose
What we ignore
Somehow we lose.

Like those marks
Upon the wall
I wasn’t seeing
Them at all.

A coat of paint
It’s gleaming bright
Now it seems
I’ve restored my sight.

I’m going to paint my life
And see it clearly
Not ignore the cracks
For which I paid so dearly.

I’m going to gild my scars
And make them shine
Because they tell my tale
With a beautiful design.

Lady Satellite