I wear my scars in words
Draped casually over my wrists like bracelets
Lashed fiercely around my waist
Slashed along my lips
Dripping from every pore of my soul
I wear my heart in my eyes
So I keep them down, most of the time
Look away, or be burned
Bathed in blue, they’ll tell you the truth
But I don’t wear my love at all
I fling it, give it away, pass it to the Chosen like candy,
Like a child bringing you dandelions in summer
Gathered so Excitedly — FREE FLOWERS?!?
Sweaty, heaping handfuls of love passed over, watching your face for acceptance…
I wear my scars with words.
And lay them before you in humility.