A thin line across my skin pulsed with a strange certainty
Not a wound anymore—more like a direction
Pain once carved it Purpose now animates it
I trace it with reverence
Memories swirl around it like restless planets
Each orbit holds a lesson a truth a warning
I read them slowly
learning the map my body has drawn for me
The scar glows in low light
illuminating paths I once feared to walk
It points without demanding obedience
I follow because it has earned my trust
By dusk I understand—
this mark is no remnant
It is a guide
It knows where I’m going