I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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11 December 2016

Some Scars

Some scars I wear proudly 
on the surface, bold.
Others are deeper, 
unseen and untold,
buried under layers 
of thickening years.

The long-ago rivers 
of painful tears
at last stopped flowing
and finally dried.
Only I know the poison 
still infects my blood.


Another for Quadrille #22: scars, at dVerse

5 comments:

  1. Ooooh. Strong words here, Rosemary. Well done.

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  2. Poison! Oh my. Still a well written verse

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  3. The distractions can be most unsettling for one is always made to remember them

    Hank

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  4. I know the feeling, when tears lessen and the sorrow goes underground. Loved this one, Rosemary.

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