Marks, Scars, and other Wonders

Just a poem. Nothing hidden.

If my face bore the marks
So many have left
On my heart and  soul
Everyone would grimace
At the sight of me
Perhaps they would gasp and shudder
But they would know

They would know to tread
With tender footsteps
When they walk on me
To err on the side of
Caution when touching
A thing so easily broken
Fragile, worn, as though
It were more than two decades old

If my eyes bore a scar
From each vision I've seen
That my mind did not want to grasp
I would have little left of an eye
With which to see more
But I would Know

I would know that there is as much
Beauty as their is ugliness
In this mixed up heaven/hell world
That there is nothing worse
Than letting people and things
Break you enough
To make you want to remain broken

Reviews

[papaed]

I work at smiling in hopes that the many lines that are now appearing on my face will be laugh lines, not sad lines. I so appreciate every day I'm given, that I can't stay down long.

Lord can I understand the sentiment in this poem! I often tell myself that the real goal in life is to lie on my death bed and know that I've done my best, forgiven everyone that wronged me, helped as many others as I could, and smelled the flowers as I passed them. I think your last stanza is saying this too.

Thank you for sharing this with us.
papaed

[sc_read_write_teach]

Love the premise and theme of this poem. Have you thought about changing the pronouns in the last two lines? I just thought it would be much more poignant and telling if you used the pronoun "me" instead of "you." Otherwise, Ioved it!

cool i liked it...
what was you inspiration?