To Be Seen
To be seen is an extraordinary thing, to be seen by a Poet is to be everlasting. - The Pueblo Poetess “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.” ― Mik Everett Scars of Men She looks in the mirror and sees her scars. A distortion of her former self. Each scar representing a tortured memory, a painful existence, a reality she fights daily to accept. She died years ago and never awoke from her slumber. She sleepwalks through life, each day her heart benumbed to new possibilities. The baggage she carries overrides her stride, and weakens her like precious cargo. She struggles to survive secretly knowing every breath may be her last. She’s afraid to be touched because it reminds of her a distance memory that comes and goes. She’s like broken glass unable to be put together or picked up mentally. In each relationship she loses more of herself. She wears a lavish facade to conceal her pain. And hide behind a wall of insecurity, yet the scars remai...