Elucidating Questions

The peculiarities of seeing skin in the dark that is different than the eyes remember,

Scars of falling down hills on bikes and scooters,

Scars of cat scratches and bite marks, scars of time.

The old marks that are, but they move and become part of you as time goes on.

The knew scars, the ones that don’t leave,

Or perhaps they will, but now they shine in the low light.

Now they speak a story of a moment that, when pressed to explain,

Would have no explanation, as always it’s convenient they think for the forgetting

Never convenient, it is distressing, upsetting, bewildering,

But it happens.

They say black out moments, or it is memories with ink spilled across.

Up until that moment, I don’t remember when it was,

Everything had been moving in this strange fortelling every day.

Up until it faded the why could have no answer,

The marks of the severed

Battle scars of a tired soldier.