Hiking Your Trails

You’re trying to deny that you’re a junkie
But your track marks have given you away,
Broadcasting your loneliness and showing us your pain
Don’t be ashamed,
The lines on your arm are beautiful trails
Leading to the deepest parts of you,
I want to hike those trails,
Climb to the steepest parts of you
And scream your name until your wounds heal
Until your sadness stops leaving scars on your arm,
Leaving you with secrets you have to conceal
And you don’t have to feel like you’re not enough
For the world anymore, ‘cause I’ve never seen scenery
More perfect than that which exists along your trails,
Landscape which can only be described
As a work or art, you, are a work of art
You’re worthy of love, regardless of your scars.

Your train tracks will lead to somewhere
I’ve only read about, never been
But always dreamt of when I was a kid,
You are the home I’ve always wanted but never had
Boarding the train, riding the tracks leading to trails
That will bring me to sunsets.
Our track marks remind us of the
Hell we’ve had to hike to get us where we are,
We’ve hiked miles while others drove cars,
Singing songs about pain they’ve never felt,
The kind that tattoos scars on your inner arm
We’ve camped on bruises darker than midnight
And we survived it and we kept climbing
Until we finally reached the top of the hill,
The end of the train ride, at the top
Of the mountain with trails to which we climbed
For what seemed like half of our lives
But 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
And baby, there’s nothing more beautiful than that.

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 Junior High,
The one that fits too well to ever get rid of, the one
You’re most comfortable snuggled next to me in,
Wear it like you wear anything else, like you had an option
But chose instead to create your own style
Wear your track marks like you wear your heart,
On your sleeve and vulnerable, but baby
Leave the sleeves at home.