How remarkable that scars heal,
that wounds close,
that broken bones mend,
so that we may be so bold to stand up at all.
At every cut, bruise, and fracture,
the army of molecules at work
rushing to begin the process
of re-building, re-learning, re-covering.
But scars don’t un-scar,
wounds don’t un-wound,
bones once broken don’t un-break.
Scars scar only forwards, never backwards.
How beautiful that scars heal,
so that we may attempt to do anything at all,
to stand over a cliff, curious eyes peering down,
to speak our minds, to run not walk, to fasten our hearts to strangers.