Cicatrix Mine

Both tainted and
blemished
do I stand stilted
as man
heart bowed
back stooped
from hardship of land
veneer nice and shiny
as I polish by night
yet day burst
doth illumine
what hides
deep inside
cicatrix formed
from day I did fall
both tumble and sail
in little leaf fashion
where I sit now not tall
but small
in crumpled heap
both of
body mind
and soul
cicatrix
unveiled
oh yes
all mine
untold
scented scars of battle
amany I do wear
as ornaments adorning
what once yes stood there
the mere heart of a bunny
turned savage by rage
the mere heart of a bunny
jaded
yes withered by age
cicatrix the hub
polestar now
and compass of being
for
my salute offered
in innocence
'twas received
neither heard
and returned
by none
but the ghosts
scarred in like form
who cry wail
in nights sun
no balm salve
nor ointment
yet discovered by search
to paint me in colors
most find endearing
at birth
though search I continue
both venture and quest
till I find the true
covering
to veil
the cicatrix
yes covering and concealing
whilst enveloping
my heart
I still lite the candle
in childlike whisper
and yawn
each day night
and all
yet the wind blowing
in misfortune
inhales and
yes
steals the flame
so faint
bright and small
yet I light it by day
and watch it each
night
awaiting my balm
yet lingering
upon night

Rodney Evan Bohen