Scarred Poem by Riley Choma

If I could, I'd take my soul out of me and put it into him.

Not because I wish to be intimate with him, and not because I want to be him- but…

Because my mind is far too scarred, and my chest- not scarred enough for my soul to survive in here.

It would be easier to look in the mirror and see physicality of what is him, than to see the current physicality of me.


Maybe, just maybe- I wouldn't feel so detached from self…

If I could give enough to know- what it feel like to be at home within in skin and bone…

If their perception of me were aligned with- me…

I would give it all.