Do you recognize these scars?
The darkness lights them up from inside
Bright as cherry moonbeams
Craters and pock marks
Some self inflicted, many undeserved
These wounds, you feel them too
Since you carried them for me
Across the healing waters
I wear them now as a badge of honour
They have become my greatest gift
For an orphaned world.
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