Marks, Scars, and Other Wonders

If my face bore the marks
So many have left
On my heart and  soul
Everyone would grimace
At the sight of me
Perhaps they would gasp and shudder
But they would know

They would know to tread
With tender footsteps
When they walk on me
To err on the side of
Caution when touching
A thing so easily broken
Fragile, worn, as though
It were more than two decades old

If my eyes bore a scar
From each vision I've seen
That my mind did not want to grasp
I would have little left of an eye
With which to see more
But I would Know

I would know that there is as much
Beauty as their is ugliness
In this mixed up heaven/hell world
That there is nothing worse
Than letting people and things
Break you enough
To make you want to remain broken

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[TAO]

And that's what it is to feel like a monster. I love this one... Why? Because, I think it speaks to what being broken time and again makes a person. That's, perhaps, only what I get of it; feels like I've been there, though...