Scars

katiewetts

Scars

Aren’t they a funny thing

something your mind tells you

you want 

you need this 

to be free from the constraints of life

so you try to cut it out

deeper than before 

trying so hard to cut out the pain

but when that blood fills up the cuts

spilling red droplets

seeing them fall into the sink

seeing the same drops rush from your eyes

the pain returns

it now pours out of every hole of your body

it returns as it never left

  • Author: Katiewetts (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2022 22:33
  • Category: Sad
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    scary thing is
    those deep scars we carry with us our whole lives
    require no crimson to be shed
    wordless, we supress
    too scared to even remember, hence we spend
    our dreams running marathons, away
    from those true horrors
    we somehow survived...
    (I hope your cutting imagery is for metaphorical effect, dear poet)
    thanks for sharing, stay strong!

    • katiewetts

      Thank you so much for your kind words. Unfortunately my scars show both inside and out. I am getting better though and I will continue to persevere through life the best I can ❤️

      • L. B. Mek

        then I for one champion your fight, sister!
        one sunrise and sunset, at a time
        'Do not go gentle into that good night,'
        'Rage, rage against the dying of the light.'
        and here I offer you these binary flowers
        🌹🌹🌹
        on this side of that belated, 'too late'
        so as to celebrate, your Bravery
        go easy on yourself and just do what you can
        forget the outcomes, simply enjoy the journey
        fate is too chaotically callous for any of us
        to live, white knuckled gripping
        our lottery tickets of hope;
        'fight! your good fight' knowing
        none who truly care for you
        can ever ask anymore of you
        stay beautiful dear Poet kin!
        (sorry if I over did it
        try to believe I meant well)



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