SCARRED WOUNDS

By Cornelius Kipkosgei

And if
By a little chance
You see scarred wounds
On the canvas over my bones
Will you caress them without second thoughts?

And if
At any moment
You have a careful look
At the world behind my mask
Will you freak or shriek from fear?

And if
One bleak noontide
You just have a peek
Of my broken, bleeding heart
Will you be there for me time and again?

Will you?