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forged in a kiln composed
of solid indifference.

Raised not I
where love leaves a burnish,
a blush
sweet as a Devonshire dawn.
This fire I crawled from
ravaged and drawn,
I dragged over scrapings of
severed contempt that
left burning scars on me
in and out every inch.

That d//'//urberville life I never lived,
caught in the cross hairs of humans
with no room to love or forgive;
no time to tend kindling,
shaved thin to burn without rest,
just chunks of sighs; a drawn smile at best.

I was born in cold fire,
where scars run so deep
even I need the light just so,
the mirror of delicate adjust,
to see those invisible scars
that remind me I’m not of love,
but a moment of lust.

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Invisible Scars

Contributed by invierno on Thursday, 24th May 2018 @ 02:56:09 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

That fire, that burning cold
forged in a kiln composed
of solid indifference.

Raised not I
where love leaves a burnish,
a blush
sweet as a Devonshire dawn.
This fire I crawled from
ravaged and drawn,
I dragged over scrapings of
severed contempt that
left burning scars on me
in and out every inch.

That d//'//urberville life I never lived,
caught in the cross hairs of humans
with no room to love or forgive;
no time to tend kindling,
shaved thin to burn without rest,
just chunks of sighs; a drawn smile at best.

I was born in cold fire,
where scars run so deep
even I need the light just so,
the mirror of delicate adjust,
to see those invisible scars
that remind me I’m not of love,
but a moment of lust.

Copyright Â© invierno ... [ 2018-05-24 02:56:09]
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Re: Invisible Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Thursday, 24th May 2018 @ 11:35:26 AM AEST
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Great write.

Hannah B

Re: Invisible Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Thursday, 24th May 2018 @ 10:02:56 PM AEST
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The last stanza sums it up nicely.
Great write. Scars that you can not see are the ones that are still raw and cut to the core.

Re: Invisible Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 25th May 2018 @ 04:10:54 AM AEST
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Have we not all a few invisible scars?
Your story concludes that you were not a child of love, but a moment of lust. There is a fine line there!
We are products of both; they interchange in the heat of passion. You pronounce your creation in absentia.
My favorite line is I WAS BORN IN A COLD FIRE.
Powerful words spoken here from experience, tempered now with age and wisdom and reflecting lifes light through a stained glass soul.
softerware

Re: Invisible Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Saturday, 23rd June 2018 @ 06:08:46 PM AEST
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this is truly powerful. amazing imagery. I see elements of my own existence in your words, that sense of always struggling and lacking that love that everyone is expected to be born into. you express the devastation of it so well.

Re: Invisible Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Friday, 29th June 2018 @ 11:22:37 AM AEST
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Nicely written. That D/'/urberville life you menioned had me imagining those long flowing gowns and parasols that ladies used to have in the old days.
Great write

Steve

Re: Invisible Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Friday, 28th September 2018 @ 04:30:45 AM AEST
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I don/'/t even know what to say. I am in awe of this. this poem is of love. that I can tell you for certain. the scars remind us that we have lived and loved, and lost, and lived some more.

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