Portrait, Of I Poem by Owen Bittner

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