i recently had surgery. i had a lump removed from my breast. turns out it wasn’t cancer yet, but – given time and allowed to grow – would have been eventually.
recovery was painful. every move hurt for awhile.
and i was left with an ugly scar.
pain sucks. but feeling it means i’m alive. being scarred isn’t beautiful, but it sure beats being dead.
what else am i harboring?
what hides in me… undetected, unconfronted, unexcised… threatening death to my soul?
is it worth the pain
that may come with release?