Scars speak about the pain you faced every day

Some are so deep that you can’t bear to say

Whether they’re on the epidermis or packed away,

 There’s no guessing for how long they will truly stay

 

See:

On the surface of my left arm

The result of self-inflicted harm

A brand which won’t ever go away

It reveals my stupidity every day

The blue and red of the hell-burning wire

Was something I never wanted to acquire

I never knew being so curious

Would turn into something so serious

 

See:

On the back of my big head

When I wasn’t even big enough to climb in my own bed

A collision with a table

Left me bloody and unstable

 

See:

Upon the surface of my left knee

Withholds shards of glass which penetrated through me

A push down the stairs

From a brother with no cares

Left me in such pain,

Which was so hard to sustain

 

See:

 In the crevice of my thumb

I was just fishing like a bum

Untangling a knife

From a sphere which ended this fish’s life

Gashed right into my finger

And caused such a stinger

 

See:

Deep in the marrow of my left shin

A divine cut which could have resulted in a win

Racing my friend on the bike Left me limping for a long hike

The medal pedal slipped

And my flesh decided to chip

 

See:

The gash on my left shoulder

It was the result of an underwater boulder

A time in the summer

Where not touching the bottom was a bummer

The ocean floor was closer than it seemed once the shoulder sliced the rock, it was so hard not to scream

See:

Beneath the underside of my scars

An internal safe which kept many bizarres

But one in particular

Was nowhere near pelicular

A man thrown off his bike

Looked something from a clip off Spike

After a car hit him with such force

It knocked even my life off its course

 

Left Arm: Teenager

Back of Head: Too much curiosity

Left knee: Horrible Luck

Left Thumb: Redneck

Left Shin: Competitive

Left Shoulder: Awful Depth Perception

Inner Soul: Unfortunately Lucky

 

….If I were granted a scar of choice

It would be so noble like a general’s voice

The scar would speak for itself

And leave all other scars left dusty on the shelf

The scar would speak for what I believe in

And trademark the fight I once succeeded in