About Face.

Is my face an outward expression of my soul?
The maidenhead of an Earth-born vessel?
Heralding with reverence the emotional scars
of a life lived in full?

Or is it a simply a signpost?
Battered and bent.
Carrying the mark of life’s misfortune
for mindless eyes.

My body speaks in volumes.
My face an open book.
An awesome tale in life and love
for those who see, not look.