scars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


i used to cut

my skin yes

what matters is i used to cut my soul

i used to tear down my spirit

flesh by flesh

fiber by fiber

i saw my soul and de-humanized it

it was of no importance

it did not matter

and i almost killed it

on the outside it seemed fine

happy

content

beautiful even

but that was not the case

it was a liar

because it really was not alright

it was dying

and as the blood dripped from my side

my soul slowly dripped with it

like a steady waterfall of pain

but this is no sad story

my soul did not die

i learned to like it

my soul my scars

 


Submitted: November 01, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Mark William Johnson. All rights reserved.

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Criss Sole

This poem really spoke to me... and i know many of us out there have dealt with pain this way.
I loved the line, "my soul slowly dripped with it."
Great poem.

Thu, November 5th, 2020 9:25am

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