I used to know a guy
He has stories written all over him
in the language of tattoos
and scars
I asked him
How come you get so many scars
I got hurt many times in my life
He had a sip of Guinness
I got drunk
and burned myself with the stove
and radiators
I stumbled
and fell
I got distracted by beautiful women
and they burned me too
but it is all good
I don’t remember the pain
the faces
of inflictors
they are just there
reminders of the mistakes
I made and
those I will keep making
It is really a blessing you see
when wounds turn to scars
you are healed
and ready to
get drunk and hurt
again