~Scars~

just because
nobody hit
you doesn't
mean you
don't have
scars

show up
because I'm
here let's
just call
a spade
a spade

warm nights
white winter
jasmine climbs
towards the
tear of the moon

my mind
makes a
restless pillow
coffee can't
even quiet
my thoughts

I am
an unusual
effect that's
why we
get along
so well

I lower
my music
to hear
the rain
the lulling,
broken chimes

how quickly
we go
from you
can be
anything to
real reality

but I
still have
a different
way of
seeing stars

let it
go fall
with the
rain outside
time will
make it
all right
we'll get
it back
to good
again

~Sarah Mahina Calvello