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Thursday, July 26, 2012

Scars


Scars

Remembering who you were
returning to the past
the distant pain returns
closing eyes
palms in your hands
knowing who you are in the present
joyous, but not always free
tethered like a puppet on strings
moving through memories
Scars have made you who you are
longing to live in the now

the nightmares come in slow motion
praying the dark fog will lift
cutting each string
one at a time
reaching to the sky
arms held high
hear me
know my name

Angela Minard 2012©

2 Comments:

Purple Dreamer said...

What a beautiful poem Angela....

Grace said...

Powerful -