The Tears of My Scars

Let’s look at what I wrote two years ago πŸ€“πŸ€“

I sat in the ashes, looking at the wounds that so lazily tried to metamorphose into scars, of all that was left of self imposed stabs and hurts.

I pressed each of all with grace, closing eyes, anticipating the pain that existed not. I winced at the slightest feeling, but there was no pain.

β€œMove out of the ashes. β€œ
β€œMove out of the ashes.”….

More of the poem at The Tears of My Scars

Published by Mariana Dynasty

Let's bleed love, life and advice. Let's exalt the pen.

59 thoughts on “The Tears of My Scars

  1. We all hope, and dream for a prince, (or princess) to come, and peel away the scabs of self inflicted stabs, and hurts… but until such an happenstance happens… we should heed the little child within us, who whispers: get out of the ashes of despair…
    πŸ‡―πŸ‡²πŸ–οΈ

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  2. Wow, another powerful piece, Mariana. I adore this poem. I especially enjoy how you capture pain as an illusion and then end with β€œbegging for grace.” Powerfully elegant. ❀❀

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