Bruises

Looking back, the past is sharp

Old pains vivid still

It seems the wounds won't ever heal

Though I know they will.

 

I didn't know it would take so long

I would have just stayed home

Too many lessons learned by knocks

Too far I had to roam.

 

I am a mass of bruises now

Inside - it doesn't show

Though tender, my heart still beats on

And I still learn and grow.

 

These bruises I'm not proud of

With wisdom comes some shame

But I have been forgiven

And I'll never be the same.

 

My heart is much more tender now

My sympathy more real

Perhaps the pain of bruises

Teaches us to really feel.

 

11/10/2000

Reviews

[Siena - Silent Awakenin..]

Sad, but true... I REALLY felt for this poem, such a great write.
Thanks for sharing.