A note on vulnerability: Arm\skin
Scars along my skin sit to tell stories words cannot lines on my skin come out of one another like a green tree there is a yellow bee on the branch the sun hits my scarred skin displays dark days and old events that were never forgotten like doctor offices and therapy sessions the beds are always cold no matter how many blankets were offered so I’d say I’m okay people never notice until I take my sweater off wear a tank top or sleeveless dress on warm days the line that starts in the middle of my hand goes diagonally to the edge of the elbow they say scars fade overtime the thing is they’re still there no matter where you are or how long its been warm weather reminds me that its okay to feel out of my skin sometimes warm weather reminds me the scars on my skin deserve to feel the heat from the sun and to feel the air run through my hair