Scar Tissue

Posted: December 19, 2017 in Uncategorized

My mother was a little bit crazy so I am too
Don’t get me wrong I’m not blaming anyone

Soft wide eyed absolutely aware completely helpless
You just lie there take it in you have no choice

Scar tissue and a hardened heart form a rigid foundation
Calcified strata upon which we erect coping mechanisms

Intricate formidable machines we spend a lifetime building
Once up and running they do their job all too well

We cannot turn them off we cannot hear our own voices above the roar
Like giant bellowing earthmoving equipment whose engines never stop

We use them to dig our own graves
I learned to drive mine from the cradle

  1. voice of experience


  2. Harmless ones carry our tissues


  3. Brilliant (well, from the perspective of my machine)


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