Sunday, June 05, 2005
Scars
Scars.
Does it really matter if they
Are self-inflicted, or
Delivered by another?
They are still there...
Lingering...
Forever,
Adorning your body like a
Patchwork quilt.
Don't hide behind them,
But wear them proudly -
Your eternal badge.
A body covered in stains
Like a flesh canvas.
A soul covered in memories
Like shifting sand
Across the Sahara.
Run your fingers deliberately
Over them...
Is its story as you
Remembered it?
Or has it faded?
The wound now closed & healed?
Or is it open and gaping?
Growing and festering daily?
Can it be healed?
Turned into another scar?
A scratch on the surface,
But with deep concealed roots.
Hidden, but felt
Delivered and dealt.
Well, I once had a lover
Now I can kiss no other.
These scars.
Does it really matter if they
Are self-inflicted, or
Delivered by another?
They are still there...
Lingering...
Forever,
Adorning your body like a
Patchwork quilt.
Don't hide behind them,
But wear them proudly -
Your eternal badge.
A body covered in stains
Like a flesh canvas.
A soul covered in memories
Like shifting sand
Across the Sahara.
Run your fingers deliberately
Over them...
Is its story as you
Remembered it?
Or has it faded?
The wound now closed & healed?
Or is it open and gaping?
Growing and festering daily?
Can it be healed?
Turned into another scar?
A scratch on the surface,
But with deep concealed roots.
Hidden, but felt
Delivered and dealt.
Well, I once had a lover
Now I can kiss no other.
These scars.
# posted by Jaxe @ 6/05/2005 11:26:00 PM 
