N.N. asked 11/25/2009:
I bear my scars with pride.
Each one’s a story.
Each a reminder.
I stare at them with fascination.
Recalling all thier tales.
I often notice other peoples.
But it seems like I’m alone.
It’s as if they don’t want to dwell.
As if they don’t want to learn.
Their bodies are covered in scars.
Each one with the same story.
Over and over…
The same story…
6 answers
Estrella answered:
Josh that was uncalled for!! Your ignornant little twit!
Your writings fasinate me to a high point to where I want to continue to read your words. The words are merely typed by yet you can feel all the emotion put behind them.. May I ask how old you are? I don’t want to offend you I just wish to know if you talent for writing came with age or if you’ve been gifted with them.
Loyal Elephant answered:
Scar, is what I got
first time when I fell,
tears started rolling
when dad came running,
consoled/held and smiled
while I of course wailed
looked at my first scar as he said
you will have many more to bear.
My son, I may not be around,
Life’s scars will make you sound
gentle and bound, to learn…
when you are old and frail
have enough time to spare
each Scar will have story
I am sure you will share
CynthiaNicole answered:
I always wonder why so many people hide their scars. Ever since I was little, I was never afraid that someone would catch a glimpse of them as they peeked out from under my sleeves. (I didn’t show them off, either, though.)
But I look at my scars everyday and think about what was going through my mind as I did it. Why I was resorting to it. Honestly I think it is its own therapy.
Kudos to the poem. ^^ I agree 100%.
wilbur horse answered:
I have not read through the manual at all however , I like your prose , poem thing widget