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Here Lies the Snow Leopard...
...curled, covered, camoflauged in the deep snow of the Himalayas; wrapped in her tail is an old weathered book - faded and cracked leather binding, pages flimsy with age peeking out from the cover.
"I came for the book" you say.
The Snow Leopard scoffs, breath misting the frozen air in an irritated huff. "So you have," she sighs.
She unfurls her thick protective tail, slowly, as if the action pains her; and in a way it does - to reveal this tightly kept secret to you.
You bow to her gratefully - you've ached to uncover the book for so long now...
You pick it up gingerly, as if cradling a limp sleeping baby. Finally! The mystery is right in your own hands.
Tenderly, you lift the worn cover and read...
Naked Truth
Naked, in front of the mirror
I see my scars -
my histroy, my feelings -
Branded into my skin
This one here - hopelessness
This one - fear
Here and here -
Uncertainty and loneliness
I trace them all carefully
Because I don't want to forget.
Even if there is still shame
My mistakes are a roadmap,
Etched across my pale skin
A map I will follow
To a future where I will no longer need
To cut roadblocks and detours
Into my body to remember them
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2 comments:
Dang...this is really sad and depressing. But nonetheless it is a very well written poem.
Wow that is a very powerul poem you wrote.
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