The Scar

There is a scar
On my face
Small, steadfastly placed
One only notices if they are this close
To kissing my soul

On my cheek
Below the eyes
and sideways
Beside the bubble-gum sweet
Mouth, vivacious story teller
like an upside down
sharp angled half moon

The endless emotions of my sky
So attractively rough
It attacks the delicate features of my face Allowing my streetwise beautiful Personality To shine through,
I don’t hide the truth
It’s as plain as the scar on my face.

Life isn’t ugly, you make it that way
Some days I wish it wasn’t there
But I always
Appreciate it’s presence
I won’t ever forget
When I received
The blow to my vanity
From a fight over youthful yearnings. Inside this
Is my learning process

Scars hold history
I shall carry with me
Through tough times
Soft and easy, peaceful
To remind me
Of me.