Just Suppose

4/15/ 2016 
Just Suppose by H. Newberry © 2015

Suppose, for a moment
-just suppose-
that each rip and
every scar carved into
the fabric of your being
was not put there to disfigure
or deform or disgrace you
but to define you.

Fold your mind
around the chance that maybe
– just maybe -
those gashes
and wounds
are the standard of a clan,
the banner of a people
who have survived.

And if this were true,
perhaps
-just perhaps-
the memories are there
for you to recognize
the trials that formed you
and the fires that forged you,
in the souls of other warriors.

So, suppose
-just suppose-
-that maybe-
-or perhaps-
the damage did not bled
the pain of fear or failure
but laid a thousand crimson roads
leading you to the steel
contained within your core
and returning you to the heart of your tribe.

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