Gods Artwork on Parade

The ravages of this life

hack through every tender part of me

with the sharp callousness of a dull knife;

eviscerating what little remains

of ignorant innocence.

 

I never asked for this.  But then, who does?

We’re all horses on the same carousel;

Gods artwork on parade,

what is…simply was.

 

Wandering thoughts seldom invoke peace,

an inner balance I must seek.

Most wounds will heal

under the sacred hands of time;

but life will leave scars

even the divine can’t rewind.

 

It’s only a matter of time,

before memory loss

will convince me to say,

 

                      

                “ This life may be savage,

                                 but I wouldn’t have it any

                                             other way.”

Author's Note

Thanks for reading, reviews always welcome.

Reviews

[Dhaye]

We are God's artwork on parade. We are moving to follow the right direction. But life's a road full of obstacles we have to pass through. And as different individuals on parade, some choose to stop, and some choose to continue moving.

Once you feel too much distress, sometimes you tend to forget everything especially those painful times in your life... wishing that through losing your memory, you'll be numb and there'll be no more pain anymore.

Nice job :)

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you for reading and for the review. I agree with you. We are all in different stages of life. That's what makes us all works of art.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An interesting take on life Kirsten. From one with multiple scars, thought provoking in its stance that you have to reach senility to acquiesce and accept life and all it has to throw at you?

[Kristin Lee]

Time will never have the ability to erase all wounds. That's a sad truth. Scars are a fact of life. But to live with no regrets, to find peace, don't we have to accept what has happened? And yes, this can be viewed as a journey through senility because in a way it is... though it could also be selective amnesia. For example, I have an uncanny ability to block out what I don't want to see - I don't have a single memory before the age of 8...in other words, a single memory that has my mother in it. All the emotion is still there though. And that's what I had to come to terms with, find peace with.

I'm glad you found this piece thought provoking. I love writing pieces that inspire thought and discussion. Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.

[Astro]

Wicked carving skills K. That opening cuts to the quick and pours salt in the wounds. Good job as well with your representation of time as a divine being, powerless to remove life's scars but powerful enough to rid you of memories so you can live(maybe not so much in piece but in appreciation).

[Kristin Lee]

Time...its supposed to be this all powerful thing. But at times it is certainly powerless. Almost reflections of how we feel... Thanks for the props :)

[Astro]

Word. You know I like your style.