These Tears, These Scars,
They Tell Stories of My LIFE,
All my HIGHS
All my LOWS
These Scars, These Tears
are the product of blood sweat and experiences
The GOOD ones
the BAD ones
they all share a story worth telling
I lost my WINGS, lost my FANGS
traded them to a new life
in hopes of a new start,
a new LIGHT
These Tears, These Scars
Might have frozen my heart with SORROW,
my mind bored HOLLOW,
no one else for me to FOLLOW,
guide me thy God with the body I BORROW
These Scars, These Tears,
they will never heal,
they remain until revealed,
a heart full of punctures
a mind full of ruptures
I see LIGHT
I see it BRIGHT
but will I ever get there?
without God's MIGHT
without any FIGHT
will I ever get it RIGHT?
That's a really good poem Hazman. I like that you are able to express yourself in writing. Continue to write as it is therapeutic for the soul and spirit. It helps to crystalise thoughts and understand ourselves better. Hope you have had a good long weekend. See you in class. When I have time I will browse your blog. thanks for sharing. Keep shining and keep excelling.
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