Scars SublimeA Poem by Odin RoarkHow easy it is to reject the force of pain. Yet, therein rests the essence of learning… the often avoided lesson needed for a modicum of wisdom. (Image by Pinterest)
Scars Sublime
by Odin Roark Our surface etchings, how quiet the disfiguring moves, skin's tenacity ever protective, even as tissue of smiles eventually becomes but canyon topography of times past. Leisurely proceeds savage healing beneath, bombarded with nature's unexpected, aging platelets shift taking their time, knowing we want to wait. delaying sorrows once buried, pain making molten the flow, once thought contained and hardened. Whether by deed, word, or thought, wounds some how want to open, their scars knowing patience is a virtue, a much maligned art rendered as undesirable by some. And then... A day finally arrives, scars begin to shrivel, age, often complimented with wisdom becomes its own embrace, the earned chameleon friendship, a sleight of hand cycle complete, the rebirth of crying, often wailing, always a purge to be acknowledged, the forever wrinkled baby awaiting protection, us. Perhaps… This time, with the long sleep poised at the threshold, where awakening remains unnecessary for some, smile muscles mix with sadness, their past dissonance resonating into the forgotten childlike harmony of one. Remember? That time when we were but one with ourselves? How inviting, yesterday’s next beginning that journey into another kaleidoscopic existence, regardless of form. Scars sublime, meaning’s message. © 2016 Odin Roark |
StatsAuthorOdin RoarkTalent, ORAboutBackground in NY/LA entertainment and arts, Now Novelist/Poet/Humanist. Two novels published: ECHOSIS, 3 WAY MIRROR. Poems published in "Said and Unsaid" Vol 1. In 2012 - 2 volumes of my poetry were.. more..Writing
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