Of times before
I let them pass
burning sun into the night.
Told myself another lie –
hurts would heal in morning light.
Seems I’ve turned myself
around –
found the message in the wind
found the blossom in the snow
Into these eyes
I look again…
beyond the scars I cannot change
but for their right –
the want to bleed
hurts that made me
(this I am)
and not for less would I concede.
Ashes scatter
raised to wing –
sunset warm upon my face.
Destiny is mine to choose
for love is never far
from grace.
Another dawn
from this of dreams
comes without the need to grieve.
Faceless name
no looking back
for what I am (is what I keep).
Today awakes another sun
born of love
I give away –
becomes the beauty in my scars
burning bright another day.

Scars are beautiful!!!!! What a great poem!!!
Yes they are – beauty in our brokenness. Thank you.
I would do well to read this to myself every morning.
It says, more beautifully than I could say it, what I believe about myself
David
Thank you, David. There is truly unbelievable freedom in our flaws……..
I love the image of scars burning bright. Again, the rhythm of the poem, as in your other poems, is so entrancing.
I am humbled by your kindness. Thank you. Thank you….thank you.
Something I did with scars. You might like it. https://vbonnaire.wordpress.com/2009/06/29/memento-mori/ — a piece of memoir, those are the theme.
I do like……….and thanks for sharing. Scars are the keepers of memory and tears……..truth almost always tied to love. ❤
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