I have scars on my body.

Jagged flesh lingers on my mind

Awoken by the sight of you-

By wide eyes that seem so kind.

I’m reminded when I look at you

How proud and tall I once could stand

Before falling from garden-scapes-

Current, fleeing towards new land.

I know that I could hide myself-

Sinking into shadows cast by towering trees at night,

Or cradling myself within scalding sun’s blinding light.

I won’t.


When you gaze my way you will see me

With your wide, kind eyes.

When you touch my skin you will feel me,

And the past I left behind.


I have scars on my body.

PoetryEmily Pickerd