Scars Are the Path To the Soul
The deepest cuts and mortal wounds
come from the ones we love the most
for we've pulled open ribs like doors
and let in darkness dressed as light
to ravage our innermost self.
No surgeon could triage the mangled
mess that our soul has become
so we curl up in a dark corner
inside ourselves, resigned to die.
...But death eludes us.
So we lurch through life
like some Shyamalan ghost
who doesn't know that it's dead
stumbling through the darkness within.
Until that blessed day that we find...
Hopefully.
Cautiously.
Light.
A light that loves us.
Accepts our hurts.
Walks with us
back through the darkness.
Gently retracing
the lines of our scars.
Those scars that are the path to the soul.
9/23/18
Contest: Verses of Metaphors II
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2018
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