The world can’t change its heart
of scars, they are tattooed on every inch:
silver words of sorrow and hurt
birthing poems from blood and dirt,
reminding us where we began
and giving hope that we might end
in a place where everyone
appreciates the beauty of scars.
Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2019
On the fourth day of Poems in April, Sherry has given us a song by Grace VanderWaal to inspire our poetry. Mine is a little octet.