Lucky~

depressions

little dimples where life

pressed

its marble sized hollows

excessively

until my skin absorbed

each moment of pressure

and my body became a tattoo

of fingerprints

handprints

leaving their mark

a

     n

           d

I could cry

or sharpen my blade

however, they are mine

my pain

I prefer to own them

these slivers of memory

I wear

like strips of cloth

around the bend

where

every strike to knees

scraping existence bloody

arrived involving  a lesson

in inflexible reality

coaxing early maturation

to manifest

as

either

humanE in the human

or inhumane in the blood speckles

at the corner of a child’s mouth

beads

perverse cultivation

always delivered with a bruise

or two

birthing those flat eyes

that are like thick ink

at the bottom of a bottle;

I was lucky to escape my fate

lucky to be given a quill

instead of a bottle

to bleed my pain

 

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Reviews

[Ron]

Hi Selene, Like I said before I feel your pain I was abused and used starting at 4 years old . Too many of as have . I loved your poem and almost cried for you and myself. But we are survivors and no man or woman should beat, sexual abuse, dehumanize or shame another person. The scars are forever torture, but like you thank god I have had other things and good people remind me that not everyone is cruel! Your sword is the pen but it dosent hurt to have you katari handy. Thanks for touching my heart and reminding me Im not alone. Your writings are like a pain pill and a scar remover at the same time. Lots of Love Ron

[Ashley]

i love the way it flows

[Jordan]

The emotion behind the poem was powerful, and for the most part, I enjoyed it. The only thing that I got hung up on, was that from the beginning to the spaced-out "and" didn't seem to flow smoothly- the phrases felt choppy and short. Of course, you could have meant to do that, so ignore this if you did!

[Claude]

What wonderful imagery and use of metaphor. It is real and sorrowful, yet glimmers resiliency.

[luciddreamer]

I agree with Robin completely....as for your write.... I so understand and if there is one thing I hold onto it is that pen :)
Peace
Robin

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Your words are a balm for all to wear. While your garden could have easily overgrown with weeds, you have nurtured and tended your garden with care: replanting, supplanting, cultivating, and invigorating. Your petals may have been bruised, but you have blossomed anew.

Linda Marie

[Art Sun]

nice work Selene...one can look back through the years and find all those small moments that have brought us to the very day where we see our fortunate existence...

lucky aren't we...

[Robin]

the pen cannot change the past but it can change the outlook of the future , your quill and the inkwell it draws from has given others relief and hope .

[Ed Hart]

you see what she does when she finds a smooth stone; she sharpens her quill blade

[Michael X]

absolutely amazingly poetic and sharply defined Selene, your words stout
the existance of emotions laid to bare, this poem has a formula that
the reader can hear each word brilliantly, a beautiful marble sculpture

[The Warrior Poet]

Bleeding wounds do not heal. This is great work.

Step 1: Elevation and direct pressure. Apply those to the soul as well as the injury and maybe things will be OK....

I drink ink.