I like your scars because they tell me the
stories you’re too afraid to
I see you!
I catch you staring at me.
Opening your mouth to speak
But instead, bowing your head, slumping
your shoulders and turning away.
Your scars tell me about the thoughts
that consume you,
That little voice that has convinced you,
That if you told me your secrets, I’d leave you…
Can’t you tell?
I like your scars…
They’re honest and true,
Because of them,
I can truly see you.
You try to hide them from me,
Cover them up with a smile and a joke,
When you feel like I’m getting to close,
How quickly, those same scars,
My only window to your heart,
You cloak.
Everyone has scars,
But yours
Are the most beautiful I’ve seen.
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For some people, especially those with vivid imaginations, it is difficult to express themselves conventionally. There’s simply too much to say, too many ways in which to describe a single item, too many colors, too many sounds. For those people, there is poetry. | Born, raised and living in Africa. | Art lover (In all it's forms) | Hopeless romantic. | Believes in making the world a better place; one thought, one word, one action at a time.
Ndapewoshali is an accountant and Namibian labour law specialist by profession, a self-taught graphic designer and avid community activist. She uses writing to tackle (sometimes uncomfortable) social issues with the hope of transforming the Namibian and the global community’s mindset on the current status quo. Ndapewoshali believes that love, as a verb (through kindness, patience, common understanding and tolerance), consistent education and reform, are the answers for all social, economic and political ills. She is also a strong advocate for mental health awareness and the importance of creating a safe environment in which mental health is prioritized and mental illness is destigmatized. Ndapewoshali is an art-loving (in all its forms), hopeless romantic who believes in making the world a better place; one thought, one word, one action at a time.
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