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Invisible Scars
Seeing places and knowing people
Worldly faces and exploring ripples
The good, the bad and the blatant indifference
Life is a collection of scars
Invisible scars are left imprinted on our minds and souls
Some a physical bend, a visible reminder
Some a spiritual mend, a mental revolver
I have invisible scars
"An eye for an eye" ?
Well, now, "A scar for a scar"
There are similar battles
But definitely different wars
I cannot express in words, the amount of scars I have acquired
I can, however, say not all were desired
The things and the people
The smiles and the tears
An invisible scar for each and of which I hold dear
No one sees my struggles, nor do they understand my pain
No one perceives my stress, daily duress, which i hide and detain
These are my invisible scars
Only I and God know the story behind every scar
Each unique, some very bizarre
The blue-gray bruises and my deepest secrets withheld
My inner Judas silenced, not a word can he tell
My experiences make me who I am
No matter the disappointments or the accomplishments
Not the contradictions or the misconceptions
Nor the promises; the lies
I am an Invisible Scar left upon Life's fragments
Full of blemishes and thus scarred for life.
Published 1st May 2012
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1st May 2012 4:27pm
good. i have somany of those, i affraid i wont be able, to hold them, up, anymore., i wish i tell them all, that im tire too, of having scars, everytime they want.
1st May 2012 4:32pm
We all have scars.When someone hears the word 'scar' they usually have a negative connotation, with this i tried to portray that not all scars are bad. People don't see the hardships other people go through to get where they are and sometimes that's even better bc it just goes to show perseverance. It isnt about 'holding them up' but accepting your scars. without them who are you?
