Its Scar Now Yours To Love-Blues Poem Number 12

“You must earn the right to sing the blues “No high school chorus, the hurt you choose” To wrestle with your demons, no safety net in place Often times it’s zero-sum, a blood trail left to trace You hum those Irish ditties, or sing like Junior Wells When you want those notes to fly, you usher them through hell In the end it may not matter, the ending seldom does What counts is how you stitch that wound, —its scar now yours to love (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)