An Eclectic Supply of Poems

Scars

I have a scar on my thumb

Shaped like a crescent moon

Well, maybe if the moon was drunk.

I got it when I was twelve

An impatient girl

Used a pocketknife to cut cardboard

Because scissors just didn't make the cut!

And I sliced my thumb.

I have a scar on my ear

When I was young,

A skin tag marred my perfect vision

Of a perfect ear.

So when I was still young,

I got it removed.

It's faded now

But I can still feel it.

I have a scar on my heart

From when someone I loved

Was ripped away too suddenly,

And it left a hole

That didn't heal very nicely.

You know,

They say scar tissue

Is much more sensitive

Than normal tissue.