Scars

You tried to love me
with your broken
glass heart
and I tried not to
let you see the cuts
the damage
the blood

But in the end
I dropped my mask to the ground
and pulled my scars around me
like a blessing

This is for dVerse Poets Pub, where De asked us to write a quadrille (44 words exactly) including some form of the word, “scar.”  Click on the link and check it out.