A scar is a vivid reminder
of a past mistake,
the result of poor decisions
or faulty brakes.
Like the time I rode my bike
without working brakes
barefoot on a gravel road,
where I dragged by foot
and tore the nail from my toe,
and then I crashed and cut my knee,
and had to walk home bleeding
with my injuries.
I learned my lesson,
and I still have the scars from that.
Or the time I foolishly put
my hand through a window,
and glass cut a chunk from my arm,
and it bled until I didn't know
whether I would live or die.
It is fading, but I still have that scar, too.
There are scars that can't be seen.
Old hurts to the heart,
old trauma to the psyche that
no one knows about,
nor could ever truly understand.
Secret hurts that everyone bears,
dealing with them the best they can.
Those life scars serve to remind us, too.
More painful than the skin deep kind,
they sometimes open and bleed
for no apparent reason.
We all have those kinds of scars.
How we obtained the scars is not the question;
rather, it is whether or not we learned the lesson?
Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012