The following is a free verse poem that reflects an internal struggle we all share but keep hushed silently within us.
We all know what it’s like to hurt. Most of the hurt stems from pain, and pain leads to scars.
For we all have internal scars.
Scars so deep within that it takes more than just the eye to analyze the story of what caused such a scar to be so hidden. Questions rapidly fill our heads with the overwhelming thought process of who, what, where and why.
Buried so deep, it becomes lost within the treasures of hearts, along the passage of our souls and whispered only between the spirituality of our minds.
A tale that only the person afflicted chooses whom to share and to not share this scar with, a bond conveyed so rarely to the public eye.
But not all scars are repulsive. In fact, these scars reveal a secret narrative of strength, courage, and beauty. For it doesn’t represent what once was, but it now says I’ve become.
It says I’ve survived.
I have hope.
I’m still alive.
For the resuscitation of a moment in history that may have once been so daunting, exhausting and mentally draining is brought back to the life of healing wounds, restoration and vital motivation.
And so may the physical slandering of the mental notion “what once was” smoothly and gracefully transition to the abyss of an emotional sanction of “what is to become.”
For I don’t just have scars.
I am one.