Often in life scars that are left behind from past experiences, hinder us from finding a path forward. Or finding that place where the heart feels at home. That forms the basis of this poem. It is an attempt of mine to try to set a poem or more in time around such a topic. This is one such attempt.
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Scars The cold hard heart stranded Within the limits it is handed. Hiding from that which warms The scars felt in darkened storms. The warmth that follows the lovers Breaks them free from the covers. That loves embrace sets free to be, Where their heart desires to see. The scars that hinders often binds The heart from sailing where love finds. Still the beating heart that seeks To find loves new port without leaks. Dare to wander through gates of fear To find what the heart desires to steer. Find fields of green to calm the troubled, Soul when storms clouds doubled. ©Pat Fitzgerald 2021
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We can’t let scars keep us from living our best life! Beautiful poem
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Very True, and sadly we often do just that. Thank you
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I agree with Belladonna! Very nice poem!!
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Thank You
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Thank you 🙏🏽 I’m honored to have you stop by
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💜 Awesome!!!
Haiku For YOU!!! SupaSoulSis
As I Grow Old
I Fill My Cracks with Gold
My “Scars” ARE Stories ReTold
…the Japanese don’t discard broken; they fill the cracks with gold to remind them of the importance of experience…
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Awesome Haiku . Many Thanks.
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💜 YOU!!! ARE Most Welcome SupaSouBro; it’s a Pleasure to Share and Serve, Stay Strong and Serene
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I have scars but I don’t have to let the whole world know about it.
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The point of this poem is NOT to highlight any scars that I may have OR to place it on a window as such. BUT rather being the state of mind SOME poeple in society DO in fact struggle with. My poetry does NOT always carry my own experiences BUT that which I see and meet each day. Thank you as always for your comment
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💜 Particularly @Roy Lando and EveryOne Else, Privacy is an Illusion, We ALL Know What EveryOne Else is Up To But Deny It in The Name of PRIVACY!!! EveryOne; a “Scar” is a Question To Be Asked of SomeOne Willing To Answer Said Question
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Scars are part of life they are always with us , sometimes they show up or we take time to heal them . beautiful poem.
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Very true, Thank you.
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