Scourged Flesh

Scourged is the flesh of a man whose soul chisels at his heart.
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Cunningham Avatar
July 10, 2022 at 2:59 AM
So true Jenna, the scars often a painful reminder. Tom
Kavanagh  Avatar
July 9, 2022 at 1:46 PM
Ah to be human Jenna, but could we still be without those chisels marks to remind us who we are, thought provoking, cheers David
Logan Avatar
July 10, 2022 at 1:42 AM
It's the scars that make us remember the pains we've suffered and allows the healing to take place. Thank you for such insightful comments, David.
Fairchild Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 4:35 PM
OO! That's the STUFF!
Logan Avatar
July 10, 2022 at 1:40 AM
Thank you, Andrew.
Sambourne Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 3:14 PM
Wow! Your Monoku is a line of existential philosophy. Loved it! Best wishes, Brian
Logan Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 4:00 PM
Thank you very much.
Hankins Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 2:07 PM
A very interesting thought I will need to chew on for a while.
Logan Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 3:59 PM
There are times in our lives when we have inner struggles. Example: Heart and mind disagree. We beat ourselves up over emotional issues.
Parker Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 12:58 PM
an interesting picture you have painted
Logan Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 1:03 PM
Aye, tis that. It's something I wrote some time ago. Sometimes we are our worst enemy.
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