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summer_jackel ([personal profile] 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.

[identity profile] kynekh-amagire.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Scars are interesting, in some ways the most interesting features of live things. They show not what you are, but where you've been -- where the world has left its mark on you. How they change and distort and fade is interesting, also.

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.
Edited 2010-04-03 12:06 (UTC)

[identity profile] cphoenix.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
"The pattern of the injury is written in the scar
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)