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scarred September 16, 2008

Posted by Dine Racoma in Life, My Poetry, Soulful Thoughts.
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by Dine Racoma

scarred
immobilized
tired
miserable
to the pits
a gaping pain
sad to the bone
it’s not the end
for no matter how long
we get to rise
and when we do
it’s sweet victory
scars they may be
they’re beautiful to me

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inspired by the Ironic Beauty by The Soul Sheik.

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1. soulsheik - September 17, 2008

My scars left me a … dilapidated eccentricity, I have accounted and disemboweled the excruciations and glorious mortifications. I lamented at what I saw, as the emotions hidden there migrates … a present from the past.

My scars are brought about my pursuit for happiness. Self-involved and gratuitous exercises have scarred the people around me. I never really valued what was there, ’twas a present. My scars too are the scars that I gave.

Thanks for visiting my post. I feel I can confide in you.
God bless you and your family, Take care.

2. Jonell - September 18, 2008

What a lovely poem.
I can feel the pain in each word. Thanks for sharing!


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