My birthmark!

Talking about my birthmark today.

I have this red mark on my right shoulder. People often gasp and ask, “What happened?”

And I smile, proudly saying, it’s my birthmark.

That always gets a laugh. But today, I want to ask something:

Why do I have a red mark?

Is there a story?

Is it from another life?

Is this my second life?

Do I believe in reincarnation?

I don’t know but I want to believe that there’s a story.

Maybe I loved someone so fiercely, I chose to die first.

Maybe I gave up my lifeline so they could live.

Maybe I didn’t die in a war maybe I died in a love war.

Maybe I was the kind of person who had too much love to give. Empathetic possibly. 

Too much to hold, too little to share.

Maybe I overflowed.

Maybe I drowned in it.

Tragic? Maybe.

Dramatic? Definitely.

But beautiful? I’d like to think so.

I may never know the story behind this red mark but I do know I love it.

And if you’ve seen it, if you know it,

Then maybe, you’re lucky.