She is STITCHED.

She is STITCHED.

She was thinking again 

the stitches 

and weeping

it terrified her

the blood gushing out

torn skin

the flavor of pain 

Now gone

Power is stitched

Into the fabric of her soul 

She is proud 

She is glad her scars are on display 

She knows victory

Her smile is here to stay

She says what is the point of keeping all the pain on the inside? That "she" is me. Your turn. Tell me your story stitch by stitch.