These scars

These scars were signs marked on body Of where emptiness lived In hollowed out places Left vacant Spaces where love and presence should have been

Mischief and fantasy filled those lonely afternoons As I waited alone In your dream house While only streets away The happier place of my childhood Lay And friends then gone from me

We were going ‘up in the world’ And so I was launched into outer space Where I felt as an alien from land And sought my warmth and life  In the bottom of a bottle

But that poison only ended up Scorching me inside As it led me across the burning grounds Where my feet became like wings of fire And my empty spaces Filled with longing Became rust As my soul turned to dust And my head was full of fantasy dreaming Not a clue how to live In reality

So now if my refuge space is this A place where I use words to paint the pictures of my journey while telling how these scars came to be And haunt me still Then will you listen And with all of this Will I finally find a way To make for myself A home upon this earth within this body And within your heart?