Our bodies carry stories
of cakes eaten or forgone
challenges accepted or declined
sometimes ink into flesh
calling out
for all to see
we believe in

other times,
more subtle
a wrinkle from a furrowed brow
or a laugh line from a smile
provoked by a lover
who stayed too long (overstayed their welcome)
or left too soon (without saying goodbye) 

a chipped tooth
a tragic fall  

scars and bruises
of childhood summers
and grownup winters

tans and tan lines
exposed and hidden flesh
exposed and hidden secrets

calluses, warts, a bum knee
all there
the stories of our lives
little echoes of what has been
written out like maps
imprinted into flesh
indelible like ink

PoetrySarahpoetry, Body