I am not defined by the rainbow scar on my stomach.
With it's overarch directly above my belly button.
I am not defined by that symbolizing ribbon.
The colors of purple and gold that I've been so forcefully given.
For I am most certainly not defined by that six letter word
that makes me feel more than anything, like I'm still uncured.
Even after the fact, I am not defined by the one carrying eight.
Whether it be "cancer" or "survivor", neither states my whole fate.
"Don't let anyone trouble me with these things" Says Galatians.
And yet still I feel left without revaluation.
"For I bear on my body" Although sometimes my body bears it on me.
The thoughts and feelings put me in shackles, leaving me with nothing but a want to be eternally free.
I may not be defined by my rainbow scar that seemed to be cast down so unrightfully onto me,
But I am defined by the one that took his own scars that allows me to forever be.
In bits and pieces the verse seems to tease and displease us.
But my friends I am happy and more so proud to say,
That "I bear on my body the scars that show I belong to Jesus."
~A. Spurlock~
