Some of us wear our scars
For all the world to see
Others have sustained wounds
Hidden from you and me
The sober know, like no one else
The rage, frustration and loss
Of our true selves, our lost nature
So buried beneath the moss
Of booze and drugs, grown over our souls
Hiding the decay and rot
We once hosted at our core
Boarded-up houses next to vacant lots
Those among us who’s bell was rung
Time and time again
Our damaged brains inside our skulls
Our scars inside our skin
We weep in sorrow in pillows at night
Come out swinging with white hot rage
To best a foe we cannot see or comprehend
Whose methods of the devil are made
We try, we try, we try to grasp
This reality we don’t understand
Nor do we have a map or a guide or sage
To lead us across this foreign land
We damaged, we broken, we splintered folk
Trust me, we’re doing our best
To get just one more mostly even keeled day
To come home and take our rest
My Zen Brain 