Most of us
Are lucky
To have scars
Form over wounds.
We may forget,
Or not even know
That there are some
In their hemophilic body and spirit
That keeps bleeding.
I’d rather have
Actual scars in my skin
Than scabs of old carnage
Over my soul.
Reality whispers into my ear
That doesn’t work like that.
People’s energy keeps being bled
And the wise ones call it
“Experience.”
Sometimes I wonder
If I can pass that knowledge
For, clearly,
I wouldn’t need it
Like some subjects
I wasted years on in school.
But I guess
Some crap still manages
To fly into your life
Even if you shut the windows well.
The fortunate ones live with scars
And over time
They become a part of our skin
To the point
We often don’t notice them
For what they are,
Or remember
What they represented.
We live on and care for our skin.
With creams and oils.
I do remember what they came from, though
That’s why I am still here –
My scars became part of my body
In a healthy way
Because my pain
From obtaining those wounds
Made me stronger.
I remember what I cannot do
And why.
Experience is no longer
Such a negative word
In my vocabulary.
the image was copied from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpFulmjknb4 Funny enough, this video demonstrates how to removes scars with the use of Photoshop program.
Trezvennost II 