Scars that are invisible
Hurts that don’t heal
Attitudes that are risible
Stigma that’s real

And as you carry me
Just like the cross
I’m not a burden to you
I’m not lost

Scars that are complicated
Wounds that are deep
Traumas that are conflated
Agony that won’t sleep

And as you find me
Naked and battered by the road
You gently re-clothe me
And carry me home

Photo: Chain cross ‘Watched Word’ by John Potter, UK

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