I used the prompt scars for Poets and Storytellers United
The Language of Scars
I started with many scars,
folding the scratches and scrapes
carefully into my soul,
then stumbled and stepped up
to face the world.
I fought fiercely.
Like a wild river, I carved
my way through the valley.
I crumbled and cried
but I found my guide
in the majestic mountains.
I found the light
spreading its emerald hue
across the morning dew.
I found the truth
splashing drops of wisdom
in a quiet symphony
of my mystical journey
over stone and rock.
My scars lie buried within,
whispering stories.
I now understand
that pain is a river
flowing through many lands,
and in its current,
I found a language
to reach the wounded hand.
Beautifully written, Marja!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. Pain channelised into positive action is the most rewarding experience.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Marja. I love the image of pain being a river...
ReplyDeleteTransforming scars into a language of resilience and connection, it beautifully captures how pain can carve paths toward healing and shared understanding
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully wise and reflective poem - Jae
ReplyDelete"pain is a river" stood out for me too. Nice.
ReplyDeleteI liked your brave fight, did well. But then with the guide every hurt was better. Can I relate this to.being single and then came your hubby to marry? If not can I believe so? I've been rescued several times by a girl. Remember my age mate hero's song, "All the girls . . . ?
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I've had total kneecaps replacement surgeries by two different doctors, the first was the better. (I remembered this after you read my poem, have a picture of them now.) The second cuts were made by a robot and are the straighter.