I have scars that can’t be seen

Perhaps I met them in a dream

If you can’t see them

Then they’re not real

How I wish this was truth

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I have scars they cut me deep

They separated muscle from bone

And feeling from life

They cut ties to my human side

And made me live in the dark recesses

Where knife cut matter

And what lives inside cries

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Yes, I have scars

But I don’t wear them well

Only time will tell

Flying clocks with wings

Erase the messages of time

The ceaseless nagging of pain

At the bottom of my psyche

Washes the light of life

A tinged hint of gray

Darkens the day

Just a little

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My scars don’t define me

Only bind me

Intertwine me

In the place that can’t exist

If my reaching soul climbs out of the carnage

Blossoms like a flower

A tiny bud releasing it’s beautiful fragrance into the world

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Light of the Creator

Designs a crater

A chasm to be filled with love and joy

Radiates light

Of all that might

Gracefully walk in peace

To the gates that unlock the freedom of your soul.

Blessitude

Lorrie

1/26/15