Battle Scars
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Like a knife, inflicting the tragic slash
Words spoken, violent and ferocious
Intense, brutal, vicious vulgarity
Hesitating only long enough to speak
Into the spirit, breathless disrespect
Anger so vehement it feels like a fire
Burning away the goodness, the joy
With darkness that silences all hope
For the moments when two hearts
Shared the wonder of sweet love
Like a knife, directed toward dreams
Echoing loathing, aversion to faith
Reaching through gestures of mercy
Beyond the tolerance – into the blame
Where heartbeats could feel nothing
But shame, trembling phrases, rejection
Burdened by guilt, directed by condemnation
Heavy hurts relinquished all their fury
Erasing promises that had been assurance
With doubts so desperate they compelled
Even the certainties, tears welling up inside
Like a knife, cutting away all the anticipation
The possibility – maybe I’d only misunderstood
Raking back the decaying dread, the rotting
Flesh of a feeling who knew only the past
Where it had been like a whisper of inspiration
A feeling alive inside, where happiness could guide
Even the shadows of doubt, the loneliness
Embraces the blade without question
Knowing that only in death, can the answers
Remedy all of the questions, the issues
Shameful and arising out of the hearts
Who know only to turn away from the bond
Tear apart the wounds with sharpened steel
Lashing out in fury, rage that reasons with hearts
Unfulfilled feelings falling apart as they’re
Shredded by a maddened craze of deceptions
Like a knife, mutilating the heart’s chances
Voices raised, defacing even the reflections
He and she – never again to be attached
By the joy that defines love this alive, passion
Turned to gray, black dreariness and pain
Penetrating, weeping, silent despondency
Like a knife, sharpened by smooth stones
This love has grown dark and can only be
Brought back to life by grinding away the
Anger, the doubt, the feelings poured out
On lives who know that intimacy, love…
Depends on the forgiveness of every cut!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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