Choklit Blog #31: Forgiveness

I was sitting on a bench at school one day, bored out of my mind, waiting for my brother to get out of class. As I was waiting for him, I looked at my arm. It had a pretty good sized scar on it from something a little less than intelligent that one of my classmates had done. It was all his fault. He shouldn't have left that hot pot there. Anyway, I started thinking that I had hurt myself in class for some pretty stupid reasons... like the time I mistook a knife for a straight spatula, or the time I set my knife down then turned my head and ran my hand right into the knife blade. I was thinking about how nice it was that neither of those incidents had actually left permanent scars, so I won't have to tell those stories to people for the rest of my life... although I probably will. But I mean, who really wants to walk around culinary school talking about mistaking a slicer for a spatula? Not me. (A blog is completely different from culinary school...) But then I thought that if I had never gotten that injury, I would have never found out that I owned a slicer, and I could have hurt myself with it much worse later. You can only learn so much in life without making a few mistakes. And so in my insane boredom, I started to write about scars, and this was the end result:

I’ll wear my scars like stories

Of everything I’ve done

I’ll wear my scars like medals

For everything I’ve become

I’ll wear these scars ashamed

Of everything I was

I’ll wear these scars amazed

By everything You’ve done

Unexperienced

Burned and cut apart

Ignorant

Fell for every pretty piece of art

Oblivious

Thought this was the best

Deceptive

Turned this world into a mess

Careless

Said nothing could hurt

Denying

Blocked out every word

Rebellious

Threw away all thought

Numb

Felt no change of heart

I’ll wear my scars like stories

Of everything I’ve done

I’ll wear these scars like medals

For everything I’ve become

I’ll wear my scars ashamed

Of everything I was

I’ll wear these scars amazed

By everything you’ve done

Broken

Lost the other side

Weakened

Nothing left to fight

Fearful

Cannot trust in self

Hopeful

Crying for Your help

Regretting

Could have stayed away

Despising

Wishing back that day

Suffocating

Inhaled the poison dart

Relentless

Won’t be torn apart

I’ll wear my scars like stories

Of everything I’ve done

I’ll wear my scars like medals

For everything I’ve become

I’ll wear these scars ashamed

Of everything I was

I’ll wear these scars amazed

By everything You’ve done

Grateful

Couldn’t take the lies

Perceiving

Fixing broken eyes

Healing

Taking back this heart

Guilty

Trying to hide the scars

Precious

Worth more than mistakes

Beautiful

Even when this breaks

Filthy

Cursed by evil deeds

Forgiven

Finally I’m free