Blood runs blue from the outside
Until curiosity builds too strong
What courses thru us takes human shape
Once a wound can be examined
A story is told of how it opened
Bravery takes a hand and moves it to feel a scar
But hope keeps one finding out more
As a finger’s path exposes each pink bump
Inconsistently weaved in one’s skin,
A story is told of how it opened.
A finger reached smooth skin
But hated how flat it felt.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 