Defining Moments

by Emily Garratt

There’s a scar on my arm,
preserved by the craters of tiny follicles.
The exteriors’ carved jaggedly by the needles that once punctured my veins.
Like the probes on the moons surface, they sought for life.

I am a world of exploratory discoveries,
Yet you are my light.
a reflection of you’re appearance,
we are one of the same kind.

Twins that survived together, in an atmosphere that dispelled our life.
A reflection of a struggle,
But most importantly a reflection of true life.