I Have a Scar

I've picked up a few scars over the years, cuts and burns and even a dog bite. Most have faded and to find them requires the memory to pinpoint them today. A few I expect I'll carry for the rest of my life and perhaps I'll add a few more while I journey.

The scars on my body don't hurt and to me merely prove I've lived. It is the ones on my heart that still sting and ache. But those can only be seen in my eyes.