scars are love and memory from the world
which (though oft accused of indifference)
does care enough to pierce the skin
not the broken glass
not the rusty nail
not the bedspring from an old mattress
or the handsaw that slipped
or the edge of the coffee table to a wobbly toddler
not the knife
or scissors
too blunt at first - but try, try again
not the careless indifference of others
made manifest in flesh
or the million failures headaches heartaches
sicknesses
tears
no, pain never forgotten is formed
on brain and skin
just like cheeks flushed, heart pounding, sweat-dripping
you make your move and are checkmated by a far
more skilled opponent-- it doesn't take much
feel something if you try
feel alive and awake and know
that somebody loves you, and remembers
just like your skin.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
scars are love and memory from the world
which (though oft accused of indifference)
does care enough to pierce the skin
not the broken glass
not the rusty nail
not the bedspring from an old mattress
or the handsaw that slipped
or the edge of the coffee table to a wobbly toddler
not the knife
or scissors
too blunt at first - but try, try again
not the careless indifference of others
made manifest in flesh
or the million failures headaches heartaches
sicknesses
tears
no, pain never forgotten is formed
on brain and skin
just like cheeks flushed, heart pounding, sweat-dripping
you make your move and are checkmated by a far
more skilled opponent-- it doesn't take much
feel something if you try
feel alive and awake and know
that somebody loves you, and remembers
just like your skin.
Garrett Country, Maryland, February 27, 2009, 8:38 p.m.
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