she🍁

She is an art!
Not worthy for sale.
Sculptured on a stone, 
nearly a corpse
except for a little pulse
throbbing from her scars.

Masterly touch of the artist!
How vividly he mapped the scars!
Just like painting seeds
on a plumpy, red watermelon.
Here and there he left some pores.
That she could take a little breath.

She is surviving, 
through the pores he left, 
Painting the scars again, 
Not with the brush he used, 
Instead, a dash of self-love
And the magical brush
Of letting go!