The problem with scars
is when they're over-healed
beyond a marked memory,
but a raised present curvature
on the landscape of my physical world.
Mountains keep me from an oasis of love
and I am trapped beyond the ridges.
Elevations and altitudes
Revelations in attitude
Maybe it's me who is too rude
to myself and hold myself to blame
for nature's natural formations.
I've spent every waking day
Pouring thought into acceptance
a depressive downward slope,
then base my mood on how strong I feel
and how proudly I can climb over my hills.