Where we’re placed may yield happiness or sorrow True happiness must be wild and untamed overgrown tendrils sprouting through the broken windowpanes The childhood bedroom where you hid under thin blankets coerced you only to a trail of grief Again led to the dying of summer What was allowed as transparent as glass paramount on the path before you Write the darkness and be still The scars will heal
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
Pushing away caused many. Need to isolate, resulted in several. Loss of love, self inflicted. Fissures widen never quite closing. Scars of my own making. Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Kevin McIver from Pixabay
We all have scars. Cracks that will mend with the mortar of a life lived. There are also the cracks that never heal. The ones that are open, always, to the next life event.
You take me as I am. I don’t know if you don’t see the lines, cracks, and the scars. Or if you choose not to see them. Either way, I find myself at peace with you. No guards up. No false fronts to maintain. With you, I can just be. Nothing more. Nothing more is needed or expected.
Cracks in the familiar are not rebuffed by you. You caress and cherish each one. You take them and accept them as if they were adored icons. You look in my eyes and see what others do not. You see my light shining through the cracks.
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
Many
not seen
with naked eye
Just
perceived nuances
in a smile
Some hidden
purposely
Under sleeves
Faded with time
barely perceptible
to most
Flaws give
strength
Love gives
life
Beauty marks
worn proudly
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
The wind
Whispers your name
Haunting me
Days of yesterday
Like a melody
In my head
Keeps repeating
Memories
Of yesterdays
Sweet and bitter
Cherished
Scars
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*Day 20 0f my 30 day Post-a-day challenge. 🙂
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