Scars aren't supposed to bleed... No, a scar signifies
that the wound has healed, that the pain has ceased. But how often do our
scars bare the emotions of moments past, pain that aches until what was
supposed to be healed bleeds as if it were freshly cut. The blood that
scars produce is thick, much more primal than what the original wound spewed
forth, this blood does not drip or run, no it oozes out like pus.
Painful and unpleasant best describes this purging of the past, our scars
tell the stories of what we were and what we did, those scars... each one
earned, a price had to be paid, a debt collected. But somehow
it isn't over; those experiences always come back and play a part in
our today, no life without history, no now without then. When scars bleed
it allows the truth to seep out, not filtered by the mouths of liars and well
wishers, just an uncut truth that has been earned over time and through
experience. When scars bleed, that's when we know that we're
alive, our past is not our present and our future is not yet here. Our
scars tell the story of who we were then, the tales of men who once were boys,
the pain and struggle that marks the progression to manhood.
Some scars tell
lies of their own, covered with skin and scab the healing looks to be in
progress, if not complete. But what lies under the surface is a wound
that has yet to be addressed, a simmering sore of pain and emotion, just below
the surface lies a volcano of hurt. These are the scars that bleed, not
band aide nor dressing can contain the blood that flows from these memories,
that moment, this pain. A man asked to become a father and a boy who
never had one of his own, a man who knows what's right and should be done
and a boy who doesn't even have respect for the title. This scars
blood has gone unnoticed for years though the stains were always there, never
recognized but ever present. A scar made by a man, treated by a woman, and
given to a boy. A wound so deep and disfiguring that it just became a part of
who the boy was, like asking a child born without vision how it felt to be
blind...? If that is all you have ever known, what do you mean how does
it feel? It doesn’t.... it provokes no emotion either way but it still has
lasting effects. It's funny how being born without affects everything you were born
with...
