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Shimmering Scars

Scars will shine in no time, in no time

Soon enough, your joy will be mine 

If you don’t accept me or listen to me

If only you would believe in me sincerely


I bled out remorse today 

I believe I have lost it all

I do not want to fall away

My heart is pounding in appall 


You handed me your useless handkerchief

When I needed your tourniquet of relief

You wrapped me with a blanket of grief

I will wear my hurt like a t-shirt while shaking like a leaf


Tomorrow is just a day away propitiously

Sorrow will fade away into gray clouds vainly 

Oddly enough, I can’t remember yesterday

Liberty and love is what I need to be rid of the dismay


Disappear, awful negativity within 

Please tell me where you been

I push through the flames fearlessly 

I pull away the force of gravity effortlessly


Don’t rip me into small pieces of worthless debris

Hopelessly, I roam too far away from my home

I become numb and alone, yet radiant and free

I am uncertain of what lies ahead in the unknown


I am broken without you fixing every part of my harmless heart…

Now, I am on my own again and I am a wandering pilgrim

I leave words unspoken and fixate on my freefall from the start..

Somehow, you’re a cure that mended me from limb to limb


Come on and be mine

By dawn, you will shine

Get up – you’re fine…

The midnight stars align 


Your scars will be no more, so why do you doubt all the more?

They will heal completely, so be absolutely patient 

Your wars in mind leave you sore and breathless…you can barely soar

Your time to shine is very soon, dear, so stay resilient 


By dusk, you will be made whole in its prime, in its prime

By twilight, you will be a shade of many colors in due time

Your happiness and childlike laughter makes me grin ear to ear once again 

Also, vanish away the voices of manipulative lows - now, that’s a win-win 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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