Scar Tissue

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...  

A scars blood signifying growth, change, acknowledgement, atonement... A wound that has finally been addressed and given time to properly heal.