Talking Scars

Talking Scars

A Poem by Carl

If my scars could talk
What would they say to you
Not so much about where I've been
More of what I have been through
Would they tell of tower blocks
And of voices raised
Would they tell of wounds and bruises
Some lines can't be erased

Would they tell of addiction
And would they tell of lines and veins
Would they tell of rehab 
As someone nice explains
And would they tell of victories
And tell of little wins
And would they tell of staying clean
And forgiveness for past sins

Would they speak of alcohol
And of a closing bell
Whiskey on a thousand nights
And a million stories to tell
Would they tell of tired eyes
Of faces etched in glass
The picking up of the tab
And waiting for this to pass

Would they speak of a soldier
Who stands ready in these times
Not to fight with guns and bullets
But with words and lines
Would they tell of the on going battle
And of how diligently he trains
And how words can bring down strongholds
And would they speak of ink in veins

Would they tell of a poet 
And of a person who sees
The anger and pain around us
In varying degrees 
Would they tell of all the searching 
In the middle of the night
The scratching of pen on paper
In the hope of getting it right

If my scars could speak to you 
This is what they would say 
Each line a road I've walked 
A map to point the way 
And some of these scars have bound me
While others have set me free
But the scars I have come with me
As a visual history

© 2024 Carl


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Experience s written beautiful ly, scars are never forgotten. Good poem

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Carl
Carl

Quality Street - England



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Hi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..

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