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