I saw a scar today It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in a long time It wasn’t graceful or timid, instead it’s boldness vibrated with energy That scar, the story behind it reminded me of so many things, struck dizzy I told myself to breath so I didn’t fall… Scars are the best poems, they are the poems the flesh tells The rejoining of pieces meant to be a whole, of pain that has past but might still echo The skin changes where it’s rejoined, stronger to make up for the weakness. I think about the scars today, still spinning my thoughts, spinning around a center That center is a mystery, calm, quiet, waiting for the spinning to subside… Scars left behind, I treasure them, their reminders, their quiet suggestions