Scars

I have these scars, they mark my body

A window into my past

They’re discolored and harsh and raised above

Just like a sailing ships’ mast

 

I can see in the wandering eyes of some

The look of curiosity

As if these welted scars of mine

Desire their generosity

 

Because each strike, each line, each slash

is laced deep with my fear, my pain

But see, they also show that I

Can withstand the bloody rain

 

I’m still standing. Here I am!

I have not given up. I am STRONG.

These scars I have are my reminder

That I am not what’s wrong.

 

I’ve seen Hades – hell, I’ve lived there.

Once, that was all I thought I’d know.

Yet now my eyes have caught a glimpse of light,

And I’m no longer trapped below.

 

Every day remains its own journey,

But I’m beginning to enjoy them more.

Life’s little surprises, subtle gifts,

Are what I simply live for.

 

A while ago, I often laid at night,

Casting wishes to never wake up.

I still struggle, but at least now I have

Love and hope dripping into my cup.

 

My mother’s soft kiss, my father’s embrace,

The feel of the soft grass tickling my toes

Bless me with sweet dreams, and a powerful knowledge

That like the ocean, life ebbs and flows.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

clfelton1

This poem is beautifully transparent & powerfully courageous!

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