where the sun shines
right on through; fault
lines cracked right open
and proving you
survived,
thrived,
smiled.
some of them, perhaps,
are trampled
fallen stars.
………go get your own.
………these are ours. ..
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 9.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Good one
That’s great
I love the way you describe the light shining on scars, as if this is sort of a stained-glass situation, but on the surface of the moon.
I’m not exactly sure what this is about, but since when does that matter? 🙂 Toward the end, I’m picturing the fallen stars on top of the moon.
And I’m sorry to say, (don’t hate me) — that the title makes me picturing someone mooning others, but the butt-holder is exhausted; perhaps it’s been a long night, and he’s in the wrong neighborhood. 😛
So at the end, I guess you’re saying “go get your own scars.” It’s a strange thing to say, but hmm … okay, I’ve got it. This is about a Sunday school attendance chart. Some people always show up, while others are sporadic in attendance. This is very hidden-underneath, but I think it’s about adult volunteers begrudging those who aren’t consistent and who don’t work very hard.
I know this has nothing to do with your actual intentions, but I’m being imaginative. 🙂
Heehee.
Just sayin’ we earn our own scars. 😉
PS: I knew the mooning thing would send you somewhere else. Love it. And yes, perhaps he is in the wrong neighborhood. 😉