Scar

It's an old poem I retrieved from one of my poetry discs.

  I've been sitting in this rare encumbrance,

Mind rotting like the bleak morning sky,

memories sculpting movie like reels to play my life over again.

 

  The feeling like I have to hold on,

this rose working it's way up my body like a serrated edge,

should I run and get away from this,

or make a mask, another character to play my life as?

 

  All these things hurt,

to know that I can never truly return to me,

as life is one big scar,

a tissue drenched memory.

Author's Note

There are more poems like this one that I will be dragging up from long ago, hopefully soon.

Reviews

[J.]

I feel this. Truly, I do. Your words speak to the reader as if they're either words of their life, or a part of that scar.

[Angel Bird]

- I can never truely return to me,
- my life is one big scar

Oh yes life's experiences change and shape us into who we are now, and we will never again become who we were before for the new wisdom we acquired. Even if sometimes it makes us melancholic, it is a good thing that while going through life we learn the lessons it teaches us to make us grow...

Great poem that touches me and got me thinking...