The Scar

The scar of tissue is one that only a few see 

You run your hands over the bumps and ridges

admiring them as if they were mountains

You tell me this 

And I laugh while almost shedding tears 

Because a tear in the skin isn't just any tear

It almost always has a hidden meaning 

somewhere within there

This is the scar from when I hurt myself 

Standing too close to the edge 

and regretting it ever since 

It’s something that very few heal from, I say 

So I must be so lucky to see another day

And maybe that, in itself 

is a kind of healing no one can take away.