Acne

I have acne on my face.

These marks malady my face, a visible case,

A trace I shall not chase, like the swift of lingered mace.

It hurts me deep, keeps the self from the day,

My real self hidden away, not able to display.

I yearn for clarity, to embrace the world with grace,

To clear these claims, down to the very base.

Cleanse these wicked thoughts, these fearful lofts.

Purify me at the core wholly, from inside in to outside outs.

I choose to look far beyond this pain,

To focus on the powers I am yet to gain.

Grant me this blessing, this growth of heart,

To face the light anew, a freshened start.