Scars Poem by Meghan

Scars



As a child
I would lay
in the August sun
on blades of grass
that although a plush
comfy cushion
picked every square cm
of skin
hours after hours
I continued to lay
branded by the grass
in the summer sun
spots would resurrect
themselves on the
insides of my eyelids
As a child
my eyes imprinted the stars
from the night time sky
upon my mind
so as I dreamt
connecting pathways
dots and lines
As a child
I watched
Mommy and Daddy
spew words
spouting anger
I could not retrieve
my glance
from such violence
I threw tantrums
now,
two decades later
I, still as a child
replaying recorded
sequences...
memories
scar the brain
time has passed
but patterns
remain the same

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