Scars, we do have.

Scars, we do have.

The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand, read and edit my work. You demand nothing from me. You laugh at my anger, and you buy me a caramel apple on the pier almost every day. Why? I became ugly with disappointments. Look at my scars on my arms and legs. You caress and kiss them.

I told her. Scars, we do have. I have many dear Angela. Scars are the evident, we had lived and we had tested life. We need to bleed; we need to taste dirt to know. We can overcome anything. We learn, we need more friends, we need love nearby.

She smiled and she told me. I remember you saw my scars, and you offered to buy lotion to heal them, to erase them. You gave me your office number on the Army base. I remember you kissed my hands and you told me. Please call me. I will come see you after my work is done. We can walk the beach and drink some Irish Coffee. I called you every day for a week and you came to me.

I told her. Your scars are almost gone. You are becoming stronger and the sins of yesterday can keep us down. You have saved me. I love our spaghetti dinner nights and how you love the Monterey pier Caramel apples. Life can be a twisted dance. You are doing well. Finishing your teaching degree, working in the coffee shop and you can smile. She took my hands and she told me. I need the scars to show me. The pain I knew. You told me often. We must forgive ourselves first before you can heal. Now I like my face, now I like my life. I am glad you stay with me and hold me like I am the only one.

I told her. You are my only one dear Angela. We need hope, love and kindness to find peace.

Coyote