2.08.2011

scarring

my scars
healed or broken
open and scarred again
like tree bark grown over line hooks
or barbed wire fence, splitting healing scarring
scratching scabbing over again
and again, pain inside
kills it, leaving

just scars.

(This poem was inspired by this week's Monday Photo Prompt at my friend Eric Alder's photography blog, Bifocal Univision.)