Beautiful Scars Poet Free verse

Sword of My Soul

daggered in fear i shall never be
for living by the sword rescued me

living inside a blanket of silk,
not knowing what it feels like
to bleed without scars;
the kind that never fade, 
yet
are 
beautiful anyways

a life lived with a sword in hand
can never be free from blindness-
there’s a threshold leading to a
place that feeds off temptation,
a revelation-

weapons bring hate,
so why use a gun;
it’s never too late
harmony has won

i never knew how sharp life 
could be-
never saw what was right in
front of my third eye
(the one that sees everything)

i shall live without a blade to cut, 
exist without glaive of pain,
for i shall know what it feels like to
finally find peace…
the kind that soothes a soul until it is soft again



12.10.19
If You Live By the Sword, Then You Die By the Sword
Silent One

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Sandra Adams December 10, 2019 at 7:53 PM this one hit hard and then touched...i felt it breathing ... and then the sigh of peace... love this my friend :) hugs Beautiful Scars December 11, 2019 at 1:13 PM thank you sweet Sandy, be blessed x:-)-luloo

Caren Krutsinger December 10, 2019 at 12:31 PM "to finally find peace" - this made me smile and say "I am so glad for my friend Laura". Beautiful Scars December 10, 2019 at 1:45 PM aww thanks my sweet friend...be blessed x:-)-luloo