Verse

Scar tissue

Hurt can hide in cells to well from time to time;

it can mould your cold corners

to fester, to fear, to turn criminal over the years.

 

Every shred of broken heart, from the city, mother and his past,

can outlive the skin.

Even when they threaten to whelm your walls

and burst out cold, you can’t hold your guard;

because the scar tissue is what creates the mark of your make

in honest, ugly, wiser paths laid out elaborate

on the vastitude of our plains.     

    

Image by Aneta Ivanova

Image by Aneta Ivanova

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