A Memoir (Poetry)
(Circa March 2024)
You from a past age, so naive, a hurt soul. If only, yes if only The past version saw, what they would become. wondrous, woeful?
How would thou process? Would it be quite hard? Maybe with drink, with bardic delights. Melody covers the pain of the past.
Maybe you conjure more physical means. take the leap and taste the bite of many needles... Full of ink; art, for arts sake... hmm
But what of real pain? What of skin taken and agony found? Scars abound beings tortured, and flesh bound. Many, many ways.
To cope and to hide true feelings inside. Grand art; grand emotion. As life imitates, so do we as well. hung by our own hugr.
The balance of id of the out and in. skin showing, shying what our hearts express not. A true x-ray one's skin will shine on.
Old canvas speaks out, feel stories unfold. fortune and forfeit here both will be told. both ink and metal play the placid song.
Our hearts shall beat on for we wear them on body and bodice. Are we done? No more? Not yet, for you see, Our tale is for thee.....
Scars. Both shown and those not. Both keep the tale of memoirs murky. Those that hide down deep hinders minds the most. scarring; scarcity.
Ones eyes; our windows wince and give ground to pain of trauma tripped. Only clue alls naught. for on skin tis smooth. amongst waves waxing.
Do these heal? One asks; some do; others find their way to the top. Claiming stake on smooth perfect skin. Waiting, willlng, and willful.
Their stake is now claimed. Their reign begun. By force they forge a new terrain amongst ones once luscious clean skin. a souls solemn change.
Alls not lost so easy; know that all can heal. Triumph, trials abound and what once scared; now, Now gives one great pride. The record reflects,
The war will yet wage, the battles fierce. gnawing and gnashing healing and hindrance great pride and great fear. Tis the Scarring times.