Old Scars

So many, and yet

over the long years

they fade, not quite gone 

but changed: pale and far –

no longer a spot of wrongness 

marking the smooth surface,

but a soft remembrance, 

less of breakage and pain

than a kind of beauty

or even of gain …

lessons learned, hurts survived.

In idle moments I trace 

the vestiges, finding not

disfigurement, no remnants

of any ancient ache, but 

only a strange, delicate grace.

Written for Friday Writings #188: Telling Scars at Poets and Storytellers United.