Looking at my knee i rub over the raised scar,
i think back to things that have changed,
once a rip and an anamoly growing within,
now removed leaving some numbness,
three small holes like the stigmata,
and a scar where something was once a part of me.
The first much like my desire,
the second a lot like my love,
the third mirrors my heart.
The earlier covered 100% by my insurance,
the later covered by acceptance.
Too bad we couldn't all have a small copay with love,
maybe we wouldn't fear being broken as much as we fear being dead.