Eczema

10/13/15

I've come across a broken man

The likes of which I've never seen

The look in his eye one of shame

But his posture that of pride

I cannot come to understand him

With the contrasts he displays

But I have decided I shall catch him

And support him as he struggles

I want to learn just what it is

That he is made of

For on the outside he is strong

His body tough,

His hands rough and able

But on the inside he is soft

He is cracked

He is afraid

And he is unstable

He says he has a problem

That he is gross and embarrassing and ugly

But what he sees 

Is not what I see

For in him, and on him I see beauty

A persons skin makes no difference to me

And it is the imperfections on him

That have made him who he is

He is a man I have come to desire

In all of his eczema-ridden glory

For I can see the great in him

And I am determined to make him see it too