Hiking Your Trails

You're trying to pretend, "I'm not a junkie!"
But your track marks give you away, they
Broadcast your loneliness and show us all your pain,
      Don't be ashamed--
Those lines on your arms are beautiful trails
Leading to the deepest parts of you, I want
To hike those trails,  climb them to the
Steepest parts of you, scream your name
And hope your wounds begin to heal, hope
Your loneliness stops leaving scars on your arms;
Leaving secrets that you then have to conceal
And you don't have to feel like you're not
Enough for the world anymore. I've,
Never seen a scenery more beautiful than the
One alongside your trails, leading to your
Heart, a landscape which could only be described
As a work of art, you--
      Are a work of art.
You're worthy of love, regardless of your scars.  
Those train tracks will lead to somewhere I've
Only read about, never been but always dreamt of
When I was a kid, I think you're the home I've always
Wanted but never had. I'm boarding the train, riding
The tracks which lead to trails that bring me to
Sunsets //  this is real-- we, are real.
Our track marks remind us of the hell we've had to
Hike to get us where we are, we've hiked miles
When others were in cars singing songs about pain
They've never felt, the kind that tattoos evidence
On your inner arm. We've camped on bruises
Darker than midnight and we survived it, we
Kept climbing, until we finally reached the top
Of the hill, the end of the train ride and the
Top of the mountain with trails to which we
climbed for what seemed like half our lives,
We survived it --
      You, survived it.
And I may not know how deep, wide or bumpy
Your trails have been but you're smiling, that
Tells me you've been through hell and back;
Baby, there's nothing more beautiful than that.
Don't be ashamed of where you've been, don't
Hide your tracks, don't let anyone tell you to
Wear long sleeves when the sun is out. Wear
Your scars, flaunt your track marks as if they're
That little dress you feel the sexiest in, as if
They're those black heels you feel confident, tall
And powerful walking in, wear them like
The sweater you've had since high school,
The one that fits too well to get rid of, the one
You're the most comfortable snuggled into,
Wear it like you wear anything else, like you had
An option but chose to create your own style,
Wear your track marks like you wear your heart
On your sleeve and vulnerable, only
Leave the sleeves at home.