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summer_jackel) wrote2010-04-02 04:06 pm
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Scarred Triolobite
We wear our scars
quietly; they become part of us, worn and lived with
but they are telling.
I heard of a scar
The ghost of imperfection on a trilobite's shell
five hundred million years ago.
That a mark should stay so long
telling of a thing and how it lived
and what chewed on it---
The seas changed, the lands moved
the animal gone;
the scars remain. They will.
quietly; they become part of us, worn and lived with
but they are telling.
I heard of a scar
The ghost of imperfection on a trilobite's shell
five hundred million years ago.
That a mark should stay so long
telling of a thing and how it lived
and what chewed on it---
The seas changed, the lands moved
the animal gone;
the scars remain. They will.
no subject
I will say that it's hard to be romantic about scarring when your notable facial scar is the result of having been smacked by a 'fridge door more than a quarter-century ago.
no subject
All that we were raised to be is part of who we are."
-- Cat Faber, from the song Part Of Who We Are (well worth reading)