Why do bruises bruise?
Those tender purple patches
To serve as bitter memories
Stings amongst the ashes?

Why do scabs scab?
Rough rocks born from smooth skin
To pester you with the shouts
Of objects cut within?

Why do scars scar?
White ridges thin and clear
To broadcast moments filled with pain
Sing weakness to those dear?

Why do callouses callous?
Peeling tough and thick
To rub against skin the wrong way
Burning things already sick?

Or do bruises remind you to take care
And scabs help heal a slice?
And scars star in amazing tales
And callouses shield what won’t suffice?