Beauty Marks

My imperfect skin, those scars on face,

Symbolic of a stamp on soul; much deep and dark.

Each one a tale to tell a sorrow to mark.

These blemishes then not just on outer surface,

But have a link with my inner you can trace.

A visage plain without pretense embark,

With His support on the right track.

This attire of artificiality so to replace.

Those imprints emblematic of a journey

With sharp twist and turns , in harmony

Each face reveals a different struggle,

A museum indeed of a heart’s trouble.

Unlike the one pretty, plain and picturesque,

Without portrayal of elements grotesque.