Stretch Marks~ By Nicole D'Amato

Time and growth
Engraved into a pale canvas

Life
Tugged away at the
Freckle filled siding of the
Home

Pinkish-purple ripples
Small waves in the ocean of
Human experience 

The tide has come and gone
Leaving these behind

This canvas has stretched beyond
Its reach

I am left content
With the knowledge that
Only something as beautiful as the moon has left its mark on me

Stretched,
But whole.