beautiful the dreams
that grow within
if you look deep you
can see into the room i keep
them in like treasure gold
glittering you just have to
look beyond the scars the signs
that i have fell down hit the
ground so hard it left impressions
on my being touched the continent
that holds my feelings for the things
i see where i have been the people
who let me down
didn’t catch me pushed me kicked
when i was down
there are scars from shore to
shore in the ocean that is me
if you don’t take time they maybe all you
see i am scarred badges of my victory
over monstrous events destined to eat
me whole leave a shell with no story
to tell of the hunters i left hungry with
the scent of me in their nostrils no story
of the deserts crossed with only intention
grace and the thought that i can not lose
no tale of the mountains climbed to bring
food to the valley no testimony remembering
the feeling of crossing the water in the bottom
to rise to make limbo the statement of my
continuing no evidence of the majick
that has held me in the midst of the storm
only the scars as testament to the journey
on a path with rocks wide as the sky
scars that note test by fire
the cost of seeing
the price for remembering
the toll exacted for upright spines
tilted heads that seek stars
refusing to bow knowing my
godz are higher than i living
natural like i
eyes open 3 times
face to the sky scent of sage & frankincense
fed in famine
no thirst even in drought
self propelled always with
never without
creating a way when
there is no way
scarred to signify feet on the
ground engagement with
the event of existence
battle seasoned
born to struggle
walking with hands moving
trying to make life the prayer
the victory song
the scars say i was here
i am here
i am that i am
capable resilient unafraid
everything whispered to me
the thing called for before
i took a breath walking the path
destined desired ordained for
those who will accept the scars
not let them define
them transcend them
make them into music
ocean waves
thunder your victory dance
beautiful the dreams that
grow within
if you look inside you
may stumble into the room
i keep them in
you just have to
see beyond the scars
