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