memories on my skin

sweetwords

there's bruises on my neck that only I can see,
but there's scars on my thighs for everyone to look at

it's not fair I have to live with them both
it's not fair that I see them when I look in the mirror
why do you think I don't look?

there's too many memories written on my skin
too much to see, too much to not
too much to deal with and not add to
too much written on my skin

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L. B. Mek March 6th, 2023 05:29
('woe
in our strife tattooed, skin
and
a shattered heart's incessant
ache'
breath, as respite and Nature
as our cadence of soothing
somehow, someway
we find a way, to take one more
step
to hope, to wish, to dream
and eventually, realise
that better, we know we deserve!)
stay strong!
Myth March 6th, 2023 13:31
After survival, the mirror and memories usually meet. The eye sees nothing but sadness and something bitter that extends from the past until reaches the wall of the heart.
There, the poem is born as an illegitimate child who struggles rejecting the beautiful tomorrow and insists on living yesterday again and again.

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