Scars, dead tissue reminders
of past misadventure,
some hidden – to visit
when I’m alone
ink, graphic skin narrative
of my private account,
picture-book story
for all to browse
eyes, wide angle recorder
of the humanity near,
witness of man’s best
and worst acted
mortal, active participant
of our human tribe,
vulnerable to fears
also to affection
journal, leather bound tome
of many tattered pages,
broken-back record
with cryptic entries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem