Like a road map to a forbidden treasure
Like an index to book of spells
Scars tell stores
Of forgotten stings
Some tiny, some tremendous
They narrate a whole volume
Of life lived.
Like cryptic clues
To cares and gains
Like windvanes guiding the seas
Scars divulge
The dark interiors
Scars sustained from the rims of hot oven shelves
Burning tattoo like patterns
Scars on knees from bygone days
Of childhood falls and adolescent plays
Scars form hormones blazing the skin
Acne marks unfolding the fledgling
Scars of vaccines,
Surgical incisions announcing the offspring
Scrapes from nasty falls,
Running down the spine
And then some birthmarks
As a mark of the divine.
Perhaps unhealed from another lifetime.
Scars whisper secrets well kept
Like passwords to guarded possessions.
But these are ones that meet the eye.
Those concealed ones, in the troughs of one's heart
Those scars shrouded, like tombs of angst,
like unseen lesions
like unseen lesions
Lay there, in the hollows of the soul's ocean
With debris of shipwrecks
Seeking solace in the stubborn abyss
Invisible, undiminished
In unfathomable depths.
In unfathomable depths.
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