Z-Scars

Scars

You can read my scars,
My body has become a map,
Full of past incidents
A slip with a hatchet here,
A snagged thorn while cycling,
My foot caught in a rabbit hole,
Clumsy in my haste,
I don't begrudge my body these momentos
I draw pleasure from
These physical memories
For how can I forget
What has changed me?