Scar Tissue

my favorite scar

lies on my wrist,

it predates memory,

which suggests

I was born broken.

it's deeper than

the other ones

that exposed the

unnerving shade of bone,

the first reveals

my frailty,

perhaps neglect

or a shadow of things

to come.

so I love it for what

it isn't because it

was never mine.

weakness left by another.