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Hallmark of Shame
Observing the scar
faded upon my wrist
reminded of innocence
pirated away
by incessant anger
you could not keep at bay
an emptiness within you
I failed to satiate
confirmed inadequacy
I bore the blame
in my abjection
exacerbating shame
you threw the glass
I responded
employing broken shards
to perforate my skin
only through my death
did I imagine I could win
faded upon my wrist
reminded of innocence
pirated away
by incessant anger
you could not keep at bay
an emptiness within you
I failed to satiate
confirmed inadequacy
I bore the blame
in my abjection
exacerbating shame
you threw the glass
I responded
employing broken shards
to perforate my skin
only through my death
did I imagine I could win
Published 17th Aug 2017
| Edited 1st Feb 2024
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Anonymous
18th Aug 2017 00:00am
This is such a raw and aching piece. To bring a person the the shards of defeat...breaks my heart. Beautifully written, but heart rending to read. I'm glad the shards didn't succeed
18th Aug 2017 00:10am
As am I! I thank you very much for the read and your response. It is difficult to believe another person was capable of causing me such pain but I grew from the experience and am stronger for it.
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18th Aug 2017 4:51pm
we would have been deprived of your wonderful poetry had you won with the glass. I can really connect with this feeling and action. It's a dark write but so beautifully written :-)
18th Aug 2017 5:57pm
Oh my lovely David, you are always so kind and supporting. I am sorry that you understand but very much appreciate the connection. Much love:)
19th Aug 2017 8:07pm
I envy you...@mel...You are the reason why I quit writing...Thank You Art...
20th Aug 2017 1:06pm
Scars are the artwork of life... without them we are a blank slate. Now you have a reason to create images we could not have seen without your revealing verse!
JJ
JJ
21st Aug 2017 4:25pm
Thank you JJ. A much appreciated response. Yes our scars, past and experiences help mould us into who we are. For all, I am grateful. Though, at times, I do need to remind myself that I am not defined by them. I thank you again for your wise words.
