SCARS
Check for scars
For bruises hidden beneath your thighs
Unfold the secret garden of your tongue
With east coast stories of subway rides
One metro card will lead you to a potential mate
That makes you salivate
Remember
Scars won’t disappear on their own
They’re reminders of past mistakes
Created with your heart
While you run helpless without any resources
In a stranger’s bosom
Where you expect eternal bliss
The wakeup call is usually apparent
You pretend not to notice the scars
Still lingering on your back and chest
You want them to disappear with your notepad in hand
The use of dental floss to scrape off guilt, lies, pain
Entangled with Sunday confessions
You will never heal with prayer alone
It remains to be seen
The rust you left behind in your mother’s womb
Is an investment
©2009 by Cathy Delaleu Writings
Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together
Monday, September 21, 2009
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4 comments:
My lawd, I definitely have some scars. Great hearing from you as well. When are you going to post the vids from the event?
Powerful message. Glad to see your writing. You'll have to do something for the wedding. We'll talk.
Ty: we all hide them well, don't we? I will contact you over the weekend about the video for sure
Miss Purl: thanks so much, I would love to participate, that's an honor
Scars, ....each one has a story. Some pleasant others not so. Either way, scars brings back memories.
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