SCAR TISSUE

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She sees the sinews of life:
her mental scar tissue.
Purple welts plagued her mind,
from childhood to death.
While we revisit our pasts...
 
She tended to neglect coincidences
the acts we thought we'd regret
Sketches scored lines on her skin.
And souls exit to the light,
while she skeptically fights.
 
Tremulous, unable to bite back
with her mental scar tissue,
pervasive plague of all our lives.
Everybody's delight spilt out
like the heart of Satan's Knights.
 
The scar tissue becomes tight,
Never losing its grip on life.
Her soul no longer fights
For who she knew, who she likes
In the end, her darkness is her light.
 
 

Lifemental healthpoetry and mental healthself-harm

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