A few days
Every few weeks,
These scars speak to me
From the heart,
Broken not by love,
But for life
Extended.
The surgeon's knife
Xacted a reprieve
From end untimely
To new beginning.
And time's no longer
An orphan ignored
But the treasured child,
Finite virtue extolled;
Like the mariner of truth,
She lies on wings
Of fate;
Bypassing clots
And coroners;
That scars might speak to me
A few days more,
Every few weeks.
~ P
(#ScarWars)
12/19/2015