Hurts

Photo of Author's Knee Scars; Two Kneecap Replacement Surgeries 

. . . 

 Hurts Remembered 

Scratches and scars 

On my belly 

and on my mind 

They come, some stay 

Most forgotten 

"How it got there," 

That is the clue 

Mostly the hurt 

Hurts of the mind 

Some always stay 

And don't you say, 

"I ain't got none" 

Sometimes of those 

Keep to your self  

Those silent hurts 

And inborn tears 

Also my scalp 

Bicycle ride 

Under tin roof 

They're a bad match 

Chunk of my scalp 

Left for the birds 

Scars of both kinds 

They're remembered. 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am am linked with "Friday Writings" 188 at  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- 

 - This week, we were invitedy to find a scar on your body (or in your mind/heart), and write poetry or prose inspired by it (how it happened, how it makes you feel, what it means to you...). If you don’t have any scars (hey, it could happen!), then find inspiration in the concept of scars.

 - Except for the scar on my head, where I cannot see it, there aren't any more. My picture is a vein popping out to the surface. It doesn't hurt, and won't go away, doesn't bother me, any grudge I have nourished is under the rug. 

Not too bad for an old man, 92 come October's end. A cruise perhaps.  Aging is getting some blame for helping COVID's leavings, taste, smell, balance, memorie's forgetfulness, . . . 

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