(to write love on her arms)
Scars are souvenirs you never lose. – GooGoo Dolls
Ask her about her wrists,
and she’ll tell you
to mar(k) her skin
to chase the dark
-ness, pierced her veins
to see the stains
her heart, and she’ll
say it’s seen a battle
or two, come out
the other side a
small crushed wad
of goo, still
These days, instead,
scars and pain are indelible.
Etching in ink…I wait for your sketches each day. The scars you share with us everyday.
I was reluctant to comment on this, but I will. My daughter use to etch on her arm and after a long journey has recently been following her goal to finish her education. I’m very proud her ability of overcome her past and see a future. I’m very happy that you are etching in ink!
Olga, my heart goes out to your daughter, and I’m so glad she’s an overcomer. This poem is not autobiographical, but I have friends for whom it speaks. My scars have fallen a little differently over the years, but I do still express my need for answers, grace, solice with ink. 😉
Thank-you for the response. I will be more careful next time in assuming the scars are personal. A lesson to learn in blogging. 🙂
Please don’t apologize. It’s a compliment for a poem to be taken personally, ALWAYS.
My son (14) also has a friend (female) who talks about cutting, often. We are keeping our eyes, ears and hearts open to her…as well as our prayers.
Teenage years can be very difficult for some!
I like this, deep yet a positive twist
A beautiful and powerful poem about very real pain.
Ink-wire after her heart and shell…I love that embedded layer. Makes me picture using a straightened hanger to poke with.