On
my
skin,
every
scar tells
a
story of struggles
survived.
- my hat and I had been doing some gardening, when I opened the door to receive a pharmacy delivery. I’m not sure if the delivery person was trying not to stare at my ginormous hat (maybe worried about not being able to escape its gravitational pull). Anyway, while trying to avoid the hat, the delivery person lowered their eyes, and their gaze landed on the not-so-wee scar left behind by my port-a-cath; and they totally froze, which is how I knew they were looking at the scar. To ease the tension, I said, “I got this one during a fight to the death. My enemy didn’t survive my ferocious chemical attacks.” The delivery person did not seem to care much for my chemotherapy jokes. Either that, or they were smiling deep, deep, really deep… under their mask. 🤔
- for Poets and Storytellers United --Weekly Scribblings #78: Micro-writings.
Bravo for the successful battle the scars proclaim! And for your pride and wit.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much, dear Rosemary!
DeleteThis means the world coming from you.
DeleteI would try not to stare until I could think of a complimental ice breaker.
ReplyDeleteThat said, you look stunning wearing it in the garden or to the door, I like it.
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Thank you, Jim!
DeleteScars are (generally) seen as a permanent badge of honour in my eyes. I salute you XXX
ReplyDeleteAnd I salute you right back, my pretty!
DeleteI would have laughed, but you know that already. 😂 That's a brilliant elfchen.
ReplyDeleteYes, I do. And gracias! 😁
DeleteGreat attitude, and elfchen. Very appropriate hat to wear gardening.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisa.
DeleteGreat response, Magaly -- those are indeed your battle scars!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra!
DeleteElfchen plus notes ..... I could not love this more!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd I bet it loves you right back!
DeleteSo you're a scar-counter too? Awesome! The stories they tell!
ReplyDeleteI totally am. They are fantastic conversion starters and bodymark (like bookmarks but on the body). Aren't they?
DeleteWrinkles tell stories too....you're too young for those yet! Love the hat
ReplyDeleteYes, they do! And I love that. I always enjoy seeing wee wrinkle around people's eyes (I've had those since I was in my 20s). They tell us there have been smiles.
DeleteYour haiku is so touching, Magaly. So happy you've won the battle.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bev. The fight goes on...
DeleteYour are a survivor. Stay Safe
ReplyDeleteMuch💜love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteWear them with pride! You have overcome so much.
ReplyDeleteI do. And I shall!
DeleteYou know. xo
ReplyDelete😘😘😘
DeleteI relish every scar and the stories they have to tell. (I am also a hat lover and have one very similar in orange to which I added a very large white flower. I smile every time I wear it because people stare at me and I don't care a whit because it makes me happy) 😊
ReplyDeleteOooh! I might have to find a large black flower to add to my hat. It would wonderfully with the red.
DeleteYou are a brave, honest woman. Love the poem, and the hat!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my dear lady.
DeleteI was drawn to the hat's color and then saw the scar. You are a warrior in the good sense of the word.
ReplyDeleteHear me RAWR!!!!
DeleteYou are so beautiful! I love your response! Love you brave soul! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteAnd I love you right back, my beloved Stacy.
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