Beautiful Scar

Beautiful Scar

Looking at my hands in uselessness 

On this precipice in infinite alone

Surrounded by intimate suffering

One is always lost when you have no home

The swirling despair mumbles to me madness

While clutching this leaking boil on my chest

Feeling its tautness beneath my numb fingers
My face betrays the simmer of stubbornness
The rusty tear of mistakes on my flesh lingers
However, I will not let go of the people

Hunger dribbles from my rotting wound
Pus so viscous, that it won't even flow  

Infecting my skin with its putridity 

Is this anguish my power, disease, or death?

My tongue swells leaving me no words to speak 

As I hold the hot lance glowing in my caress

My flesh burns acrid like jealousy 

In contemplation, whether I have the strength

Perhaps, I will stab too deep into my heart 

Killing my treasured memories, killing me

Or too superficial, leaving my optimism forever fallow 

Maybe, I will heal and be left with a beautiful scar

It’s raised shape so comforting under my touch 

Always and forever with me as something physically real