Scars

I’ve stood upon my mountaintop
And shouted at the sky
Walked above the pavement
With my senses amplified
All my nerves are naked wires
Tender to the touch
Sometimes super-sensitive
But who can care too much?
Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again
Each emotional injury
Leaves behind its mark
Sometimes they come tumbling out
Like shadows in the dark
When I think about all I have seen
And all I’ll never see
When I think about the people
Who have opened up to me
Snow falls deep around my house
And holds the winter light
I’ve heard the lions hunting
In the Serengeti night
Forests turned to factories
And river, sea, and sky
Hungry child in the desert
And the flies that cloud her eyes
Pleasure leaves a fingerprint
As surely as mortal pain
In memories they resonate
And echo back again