• “Unwanted Souvenirs”

    Old scars that scream to be seen. 

    Feel their jagged ridges and seams,

    They live in a house with no door,

    Dormant for months or years-Suddenly,

     the nerve to reappear without so much as an invitation.

    Uneven lines, able to trek seamlessly through time. 

    Their demise is just a lie,

    But getting by is what I do,

    Pulling up off the ground when it looks like the end.

    An ace of beginning again. 

    My collection, quite the expanse.

    Not for display, only a reminder of life that transpired. 

    Each onslaught, ironically laying groundwork.

    Vision is clarified when turned inside out. 

    Unbidden, these brands in my heart have worn a niche,

    In the house with no door. 

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