Scars
Have you ever cut a tree down
and counted its rings?
Or maybe traced the rugged ravines
in its bark?
Trees are so open,
their history for everyone to see.
The rings show its years,
so do scars.
If you trace the rugged bark,
would you too trace the rugged, engraved skin?
Could you understand that
a history is shown?
A dark, somber history,
with stories told only by the number of rings,
or rugged ravines like the bark of a tree.
Copyright © Kayla Marie | Year Posted 2015
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