Sameen
This is a brief but honest piece. The distinction between physical scars that fade and mental scars that keep shaping you is a real one, and it lands because it is so plainly stated. The line "The scars of the mind, now that's something different" has a raw, conversational power. The spelling and rhythm give it an unpolished authenticity. But the poem ends just as it opens up. A single memory or a moment where the mind's scars changed a decision would give the idea more weight and make the final line feel earned rather than simply declared. Still, the truth of it is clear.
2026-08-25

Melinda K Zarate
Absolute truth in your words!
2026-08-10

arquious
Quiet and thoughtful, dear Ken. We are indeed shaped by the scarring in our lives. Thank you for responding to my poem "scare tissue"
2026-08-09