Scars remind us of the things we thought we
Knew.  They recall every “once
Upon a time” that
Now sits quietly , gathering dust with the other
Knick-knacks once collected with the

Zeal of a child who knows only that
Every story has a “happily ever after”.
But we know differently now.  Gazing on the
Raised, reddened trails, striking allusions that
Are remembrances of times, well spent and

Trying alike.  Parallel lines cover the skin that
Is Mother Nature’s map, a
Guide to the past and a glimpse into the
Ever-changeable future.
Running circles around the limbs, and

Belying the failures of Mother Nature,
Each tiny, white dot acknowledges that
Every change for the better has a price.