Poem of my scars

My oldest scar

The oldest scar I can remember that led my life down this enigmatic road was the scar of my father and mother divorcing, and my father just...disappearing.

When I tell you this scar bleed for quite a while I mean it bleed for years, the tissue just wouldn't close properly and sometimes the scabbing would be ripped off by the tiniest of nags.

This first scar was the scar on my heart...and I would later find... that it would be the first of many...