"The Scar"

When first we met,
I marveled at your flawless flesh;
nary a wrinkle or blemish did offset.

Until cancer took your breast,
leaving a scar, obvious as a mountain range
upon your once flawless flesh.

The scar a reminder of what had been
and a symbol, not of an end,
but a new beginning of life again.

Author: Mac McGovern
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