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
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Author:
Katiewetts (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2022 22:33
- Category: Sad
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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!
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 ❤️
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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