Scabs
I have scabs on my knees,
on my elbows, on my chin.
I fall, and catch myself
on the ground, not realizing
that it will be hard
to get up and walk away
unscathed. I carry my
scabs as badges, a map
of where I’ve been
and where I’ll go.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Scabs
I have scabs on my knees,
on my elbows, on my chin.
I fall, and catch myself
on the ground, not realizing
that it will be hard
to get up and walk away
unscathed. I carry my
scabs as badges, a map
of where I’ve been
and where I’ll go.
These lines really make the poem: “I carry my
scabs as badges, a map
of where I’ve been
and where I’ll go.”
They give the poem weight. Superb!
Quiet determination is layered beautifully throughout these brief lines. What intrigues me greatly is that there is no age hinted at here – we fall (as kids) and collect scabs and scars – but when we fall as adults, there may be often more worrying causes. Yet determination overrides everything here – there’s such a powerful sense of moving forwards, regardless! Beautiful.
that it will be hard to get up and walk away
unscathed. Says it all…brief like brevity and bang on…movement of words is enjoyable. Keep writing. 🙂