By: Tommy Egan

You lying beside me
Like a photograph,
Beautiful in your stillness;
There is contrast.
Your arms
Your scars
Remind me of a time
When you wanted out
Of your own skin.

Your loving eyes,
So soft when you touch.
Lying beside you,
I kiss your scars.
Without hurt, there is no healing
Without healing, there is no growth.
Knowing how bad it was
Leads to knowledge of how good it can be.

Your scars are medals of honor
In the war of finding your voice.
Lying beside you,
Beautiful in your stillness;
Loving you
Knowing you
Would always find that voice.