Fading scars

There was a time
When I hated the scars,
Criss-crossing,
Ragged,
Raw.
Telling my story
To those who cared to see.
Ashamed,
I covered them,
Hid them from view
Hid them from the judgement of the World.
Time has passed,
Things have changed,
My scars have faded.
The scars I grew to hate.
But now I miss them.
A part of my past
Is slowly fading,
Just as I’m ready
To own it.

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6 Responses to Fading scars

  1. OnTheWay... says:

    Beautiful and poignant.
    Thank you as always. x

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  2. wbdeejay says:

    Very touching.

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  3. Deeply moving. A short poem that says so much. When I read it I immediately thought of Rudyard Kipling’s, IF. They are both powerful poems of overcoming and coming of age; one written in the feminine, the other the masculine. Just beautiful, Pooky. xx

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    • PookyH says:

      That’s an interesting comparison (and a very lovely one) my wonderful English teacher and lifelong friend made us learn If by heart. She told us we’d draw on it often. She was right.

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