Metaphors state what is there:
Wild beauty or a scar.
We may only get to know
What we think we are.
You’ll hide behind a metaphor.
I’ll tease you as we race.
We hide. We seek. Let’s finally find
Some answer we can face.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #22: “scar”.
Photo: “Bright Red” by the author
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 