Showing posts with label wounds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wounds. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Nine of Light

Often the moment of enlightenment
Calls out the absurdity of my plight:
I drag around the bandages of old
Wounds as if they are important and
It finally occurs to me that I have been
Surely burned but my true burden is
Burnout from the discussion of what
Was and now is the moment of aha
When I step forward and admit that
The scars are merely decoration that
I earned in battles' story and now, here
There's a chance to be free of all of that.
Will I stop hiding the dimples and silver
And shine in my own gorgeous light?

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