Stretch Marks

Creation in her ever-expanding cradle, 

She has been entrusted with the next 

A privilege extended to a few so she is told,

She is uncertain and a mess.

As the peel stretches 

She is assured that the core follows

She breaks often at the modification 

The steady alteration 

She glances at the pristine surface 

with chalk streaks all over 

calligraphy of an unfamiliar dialect 

She feels a total wreck 

The mirror demands the forgone beauty 

Tired, confused and forlorn 

She believes bewitching is the only way to go 

Time to acknowledge she is far more 

She merely looked at the marred 

Felt like an envelope indiscriminately scribbled upon 

She coils at her hideous self 

and then the magical words were said

Your scars are one of a warrior 

A constant reminder of willingness 

A battle that you embraced 

Wear these glorious symbols with pride, 

And so, it has been since.