Lines

On my left arm I bear many lines, you see?

After all this time they are now apart of me.

Whenever I grieve, or maybe when I am in despair,

a new line is placed there.

I am too coward and chicken though,

so I take a pen and draw it there instead of cutting through.

Lines.

Reminders of the pain I feel,

grief, sorrow, torment.

With each line a piece of me breaks free,

let it go someplace else,

liberate some part of my desperate soul,

to a place I can truly call home,

but for now,

these lines will suffice.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I like the use of the lines upon the skin. Nice vision create by your thoughts in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sami Khalil]

"liberate some part of my desperate soul,

to a place I can truly call home,

but for now,

these lines will suffice."

I hope you will get the liberation and taste the freedom and joy...A very good poem...:)...............

[Tumara Hall]

Wow the hurt and pain within this poem is immense. You are such a talented writer, I love how you varied the phrasing to capture the jilted way the mind is perceiving everything. Thank you for sharing. I look forward to reading more of your writing.

[Average person]

I can relate so much. Keep it in pen. Ink can wash off real scars say forever. And trust me you don't want the constant reminder.