Scars
The scars you see
The one on my ear
from that hurled can
Coca Cola was the real thing
The scar on my knee
From falling
On my rocky past
I couldn't run fast enough to fly
My one cracked discolored tooth
From my former perfect smile
That one time
Sense was knocked into my head
Yet the scars you cannot see
The deep ones
Cut into me
In the dark and hidden places
Occasionally you may see some traces
Revealed in words or a glance
Sometimes in a repeated dance
The patterns of me
Pushing and pulling to be free
Yet my scars
Help me
Clarify
Help me
Identify
Who I am
Where I'm from
How far I've come
My scars of the mind
Within them I find
My gentler spirit
A way to be kind
More human
Understanding
Less commanding
I do not wish to inflict
Any scars on you
Yet I know it's true
You
Yes you
Have your Scars too
Inspired by an exchange of
comments with Sandra Adams.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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