Scars

I have a tattoo
on my arm. It didn’t
sting, I felt no harm.
It’s there as a reminder
from a time before.
That’s what it’s there for.

I have a scar upon
my head. It looked
like ketchup when it bled.
It marks my head from
when I fell on the floor.
That’s what it’s there for.

I have gaps in
my teeth. Some above
and some seen beneath.
They teach me how my
mouth should be cared for.
That’s what they’re there for.

I have a scar on
my heart. From every
love, it’s end and start.
They remind me how love
often goes as before.
That’s what they’re there for.

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10 Responses to Scars

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    Everything serves a purpose.

    • Simon says:

      This was just a silly idea I got on the train to work! It started out with such promise, but then.. kinda fell away. Still, publish and be damned eh?

      • 1jaded1 says:

        Lol, it is whimsical. I laughed at the ketchup part, but I’m twisted, that way. ;-). πŸ˜€

      • Simon says:

        Well, they can’t all be winners I guess… but thanks for the kind words Jaded, as always

  2. Chatty Owl says:

    Everything happens for a reason.. It’s how we deal with it is what matters πŸ™‚
    I liked the idea of the poem!

  3. Snap. I started one the other day about the war wounds we gather on the way. I like it. Your description recalls a life lived.x

    • Simon says:

      Thank you. For the first time though, I’m actually thinking of taking this one down – the more I read it, the more I don’t like it…

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