I have this old scar on my left cheek. I don't get to see it often so it doesn't bother me. Not many
people have seen it either, but I know it's there. If you look hard, it's visible, but again, it doesn't
bother me, and trying to hide it would prove to be a waste of time. Like many scars, mine has a
story to tell.
My scar reminds me I was once young and naive. I was once fearless. I did not heed my
mother's warning. Yes, I grabbed the cord, and then I pulled it. You see, I was but a child.
Innocent. Curious. It was an attractive nuisance, this cord - long and dark. I was curious to
know where or what it would lead me to. That it was attached to a hot iron was a surprise to me,
more like a shock.
The burn was so deep, I felt no pain at first. At least that is how the story is explained to me. I
was rushed to the hospital, and returned home all patched up. A woman laughed at my injury as
I was taken out of the ambulance.The ambulance escorted this woman back to the hospital.
Then the burn started to blister. Oh, the pain was unbearable. I think. Time was our enemy, the
burn's and mine.
Oh, how we hated time. Then it became our friend. The burn was forgotten, replaced.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
Why do we do a constant self-appraisal ?
Does it ameliorate us or desecrates what we could have been ?
Why do we try to hide in the fear of abashment or of derision by others ?
Why do we try to find a shelter in remorse ?
On a whim i could try applying concealers, compressed powders, foundations and creams and
then liquid concealer and another layer of foundation . but then i apprehended that it made it
cakey and required a constant touch up.I would be always be afraid lest the make up give way .
Will the masquerading techniques aggrandize our disposition ?
I would rather have it accentuate the face ; its unrealistic to be insanely perfect .
My semblance is self-reflection.
I never concealed my scar ; whats ironical is the fact that hardly any one noticed it; and thsoe
who did never tried to pry or gaped at it and i am the one who actually wants them to .
Coz its not bout the scar anymore ; its not bout how i got it.
Its bout how it got healed.I have a story to tell. What healed it ; who healed it .
I have this old scar. It reminds me my burn has healed.
Do you have a scar? Physical? Emotional? What's the story behind it?
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