Thorns and Burr Bushes

When I show you my scars

and using fear-gnawed-fingernails

open them to your inspection

promise to forget

where these dents and scrapes exist

so that you will not be tempted as those before

to dig, burrow, and tear

even in the name of healing.

I've daydreamed and journeyed

I've followed and leaded

along new trails and worn ones.

I've paused.

Concluding, with only slight tremble, 

that I’d rather make

new marks with you

than retravel the same paths

I once stumbled

Without you.

Seth and I are taking a lot of walks as Spring finally arrives.