I am often amazed at the power…and resonance of Christine’s words. Most of us can all too easily relate to ‘Scars’. Enjoy and remember to leave her a like and/or comment! 😉
Small lines on her knuckles
From sharp wooden siding
On exterior garage walls
Learning to ride her bike
In ever widening circles
Amoeba-like masses on her knees
Going over the handlebars
Attempting to avoid head-on collision
With another biker
Riding like the wind
Her mother
Picked embedded stones and gravel
Slowly, painstakingly
Out of wounds
Tears rolled down her face
Half-moon on her right wrist
Middle school shop class
Claw end of a hammer
Inexpertly trying
To remove nail from board
Coming perilously close
To an artery, making her queasy
Multiple puncture wounds
And teeth marks
Inside of her wrist from
Frightened cat stuck
Under a piece of furniture
Valuable lesson learned
Thin bumpy necklace
Partial thyroidectomy
She started making up
Colorful stories about it
When ignorant young women
Pointed, whispered
In subway stations
Her favorite: a knife fight
Two C-section scars
Intersecting, twisted vines
Remarkably short in length
Given…
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