Scars

Posted on Jun 11, 2016 in Book QR Coded, Family, Front Page Post, Pain, Poem, Rejection, Videos |

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

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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 hearts