Sure, I have some emotional luggage. It’s painful but that’s how I know He’s real. Without the pain, I could never experience the reality of His healing balm and the power He has to calm the storms that rage and attempt to cage my mind from time to time.  (No poem intended here… it just rolled). Scars reflects what we all experience and the hope of what the end can mean when you yield to Him.         Scars Scars   Hidden deep within the reservoirs of our beings Traced back to times past Shadows Alleys Thin corridors That trap us into a vortex of regret That grip us with crippling pain around our necks Anger Resentment And…can’t think Again and again and again This ride is sick     What of it Who is it The scar I can feel it Smell it Defiled Deformed Not how I was born How I became When life came my way   I dress myself Put gloss on my face Smile to cover the evidence Of my current state Limited Bound Off guard I do frown   Push back Closed up Bottled up Messed up But you can’t tell Because I’m dressed up Gloss on my face To hide the trace That leads to the scar On my heart   Screaming but can’t be heard Running but can’t outrun Winning but can’t win enough Losing again what I’ve already lost before   Pulling skin like a crazy man Ripping veins deep within Metaphorically of course Actually it’s worse   Scars Mar Rearrange the site Misdirect the fight Allusions Of the worse outcome Create fear that makes one run Disillusioned Confusion Rooted in that line upon the heart That damn scar   No antidote at the store No drink can restore Money? That’s funny Most strinks stink Friends? What’s that   One source alone can Dissolve Remove Restore Make new   Go back to that entry way Go back until you find the place See it Feel it Grab hold now… Forgive it Forgive them And live again This alone can remove that damning scar Within… Upon… And around Your heart Deeper than the skin that covers us Not always drawing blood from us Scars upon our...