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that I burned to the ground

turned into a battlefield
from the head down

once clean and untouched
now covered in scars and bruises

all I can do
is say thank you

each scar and bruise
has taught me a simple lesson

beautiful, worthy, unique, enough,
words I once thought were all lies

now repeat in my head
everyday I’m alive

covered in scars and bruises
now just serve as a simple reminder

your worth more
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Battlefield

Contributed by Angelgirl365 on Sunday, 31st August 2014 @ 02:04:25 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry

My body was my home
that I burned to the ground

turned into a battlefield
from the head down

once clean and untouched
now covered in scars and bruises

all I can do
is say thank you

each scar and bruise
has taught me a simple lesson

beautiful, worthy, unique, enough,
words I once thought were all lies

now repeat in my head
everyday I’m alive

covered in scars and bruises
now just serve as a simple reminder

your worth more
than a damn piece of cold hearted metal

Copyright Â© Angelgirl365 ... [ 2014-08-31 14:04:25]
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Re: Battlefield (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Friday, 5th September 2014 @ 10:19:20 AM AEST
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great write, Angie. Reminds me of a peom I wrote a while back.

Were they ever smooth?
These hands of mine, this life in lines?
I don't recall the parchment
on me-
ever so long, parchment was
just for those dead Egyptians-
not skin I could see
on my hands-
papyrus- exotic, (not from me), from other lands.

Memory Lane they have become-
this road map of scars and whispers of cuts-
(In some cases)
my only reminder of what once was.

Palm of white-lined remembrance.
Two inches long- my how it bled
that day in the woods on the run
as sheet metal traced the memory in red-
forgotten now but for that scar...
memories of childhood telling the tale.

My knuckle scar traced over two fingers,
deep and white still- 5,800 days and nights
to heal-
Kelly (I almost forgot her name)-
thank god for that scar;
not for that, would I retain her?
Shame it is; residual violence,
all that's left of her-
scars don't lie and I'm better without-
it took a phone slammed in my face to find out.

These hands, these scars, this fading skin-
a tale of life etched deeply
and toward (I hope) a set of hands
with no new scars of tales-
this parchment is not so hardy
and accepting as those child's hands
of smooth skin and undetermined path.

You have an insightful and valuable way of introspection and I enjoy your efforts, Angie. Keep it rockin!

Invierno

Re: Battlefield (User Rating: 1 )
by fadingaway on Sunday, 7th September 2014 @ 01:10:43 AM AEST
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Beautiful write.

Re: Battlefield (User Rating: 1 )
by FireStarter on Monday, 30th November 2015 @ 03:45:18 PM AEST
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I absolutely love your poem :)

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