Scar

It’s a dark place Crowded with wondering Stretching is a reminder of the boundaries that confine Hungry, I feed on my own essence, born of another’s crux Tentatively I reach, feeling for an exit Knowing the answer is just there In the light place When first I crawled from the tomb That held the most vital parts of me A fledgling, I spread my wings to fly You decorated yourself with the resulting scar That scar you smeared across so many pages of your life In my dream I cover that scar of yours with earth and plant a kiss The dirt I lick from my lips is sweet