Deep inside the silvery soul,
variegations of somatic scars,
imprint the psyche, the spirit,
delineating in marbled muscle
a winding roadmap of lives lived.
Follow it and you will see
the body stores each memory,
each love, loss, and repeat.
A visceral catalog will intricately
store a look, a word, a defeat.
Mark those scars as victories,
as life survived, conquered.
Each pitstop on this interstate
a growth, a step, a journey.
Not one moment wasted.
A heart can patch a wound in time,
it can seal a hole.
The salve of love will nourish it,
enable it to beat once more — it will —
stronger, harder, louder still.
~ By Emily Clapper