A Soul's Fingerprint

​In the irises, for all to see
The strata of emotional geology
The scars of fault lines since infancy.
A web of fractures, the soul's fingerprint
Tracing transgressions and fear and love and loss
My catalogue of vulnerabilities.

Resilient I am, or so I am told
As scars whisper stories that never grow old.
I've run, I've hidden, I've covered, I've cried
But better they are, shown to the outside
That some fellow wanderer may also find
In my soul's fingerprint, some quiet guide.