My Old Poems (2011)

Scars #37

As I look at these scars

Blood red

Like Mars

So dead

Just waiting for a reason

To separate 

This adhesion

You are too late

Waiting for a situation

To suffer

This realization

I know you are tougher

I know you can hold together

Throughout it all

Whatever weather

You will not fall

You stitch back your skin

Once broken

And again

You earn your token

To be who you want to be

Listen to your heart

It wants to be free 

Now is the time to start

For you do not know

What tomorrow holds

The end times show

As your life unfolds

You are faced with a choice

To reject

Or to raise your voice

And reflect