Graphite Tears
From the front, I see the room,
every desk and bag and tack.
From the front, I see the kid.
I see the kid in back.
I see the way his hair falls down,
to hide his face and eyes.
I see the way his hair falls down.
This view I do despise.
From the front, I watch him as,
he sheds his graphite tears.
From the front, I watch him as,
his work of art appears.
From the front, I watch him change,
now that he's found his heart.
From the front, I watch him change,
now that he's found his part.
From the front, I see myself.
I see my graphite tears.
From the front, I see myself,
within those graphite tears.
Forever and For always
Frankie Boehm
Monday, September 22, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Living with Scars
Scars can be seen as a trophy or a vice or a shame, but they're always seen. Scars aren't always physical either. Sometimes they come from the constant verbal abuse of those around us. A visible scar can be a painful thing to bear.
In "Cut", the main character Callie cuts herself, and everytime she does she gains a new scar. She doesn't realize that these scars will be unsightly until she thinks about wearing a ball gown. It was then that she realized the damage she had done.
I know what it's like to live with scars. After a bicycle accident, I was left with a scar on my upper lip, and even though it was shaped like a rolorcoaster, it was never quite as fun. After a week at home to recover, I went back to school. Literally the DAY I returned, I was hit with wave after wave of ridicule. Some people would make fun of the sticthes or the swollen lip. Others, would simply make fun of the incident in and of its self. They never realized that they were leaving permanent marks on my self-esteem.
About a year after the fact, I made my biggest change... I found my church. I had been thinking about the accident, about how it could've proven faithfull, while I was walking one wednesday night. A few blocks from my house, I saw my friend Carisa. She was outside of her church after a youth service. She invited me to start coming to her church.
A year has gone by since this event, and I'm still at the same church. I've accepted God and become a full time attender. About six months after joining, I applied for the student ministry team. I now help people through their problems, but I never could've done it without my scar. As it stands, I wouldn't change a thing.
In "Cut", the main character Callie cuts herself, and everytime she does she gains a new scar. She doesn't realize that these scars will be unsightly until she thinks about wearing a ball gown. It was then that she realized the damage she had done.
I know what it's like to live with scars. After a bicycle accident, I was left with a scar on my upper lip, and even though it was shaped like a rolorcoaster, it was never quite as fun. After a week at home to recover, I went back to school. Literally the DAY I returned, I was hit with wave after wave of ridicule. Some people would make fun of the sticthes or the swollen lip. Others, would simply make fun of the incident in and of its self. They never realized that they were leaving permanent marks on my self-esteem.
About a year after the fact, I made my biggest change... I found my church. I had been thinking about the accident, about how it could've proven faithfull, while I was walking one wednesday night. A few blocks from my house, I saw my friend Carisa. She was outside of her church after a youth service. She invited me to start coming to her church.
A year has gone by since this event, and I'm still at the same church. I've accepted God and become a full time attender. About six months after joining, I applied for the student ministry team. I now help people through their problems, but I never could've done it without my scar. As it stands, I wouldn't change a thing.
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