Wounds

There’s the one on my chin
When I fell off my bike
While attempting to
Ascend to the sky

And the one on my hand
When I punched a boy
Upon realizing he’d
Never be my friend

But the deepest ones
Are hidden within
In the recesses of
My mind and heart

The one that became
A lifelong foe
The other that speaks
A strange language

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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