My Scars Are Unseen
A Poem
Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they don’t exist These internal scars from past wounds that pulse inside of me as a reminder that all is not ok I am not ok just because I do life I do life to be ok
My scars are unseen Bumpy reminders of loss A braille version of watching death at the same time as watching hope float out of the window on a balloon along with the life of a parent and there went my childhood
My face is sometimes confused because it’s hard to be happy when you harbor so much pain and then it seems like I am somber when I am just a conflicted mess of past and present raging against each other while someone looks at me and again, thinks I’m unhappy
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not but it’s hard to feel fresh with these scars digging into me Pinpricks of sadness, one by one creating a map of melancholy that I walk through again and again to remember who I was which also makes me forget who I am and that I am actually here, living and breathing, and my loss is in the past
My scars are unseen so you think I should be fine because there are no physical identifiers to call me what I really am A very sad boy, dressed as a man just trying to wear the right face so no one knows about my scars It’s not working
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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