Scars

You tried to love me
with your broken
glass heart
and I tried not to
let you see the cuts
the damage
the blood

But in the end
I dropped my mask to the ground
and pulled my scars around me
like a blessing

This is for dVerse Poets Pub, where De asked us to write a quadrille (44 words exactly) including some form of the word, “scar.”  Click on the link and check it out.

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33 thoughts on “Scars

  1. “and pulled my scars around me
    like a blessing”

    OH, how I love that. Beautiful.

    Let me know if you have trouble linking up. (I clicked your name to get here, as there was no entry yet on the Linky.) I assume maybe I was just too hasty. 😉

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  2. Oh my….the thought of pulling your scars around you….like a handwoven quilt made out of memories that we gather up and snuggle into for warmth. These are powerful words here. The gentleness of the ending in comparison to the cutting glass and pain…very well done!

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  3. Gosh, how well you’ve used so few words to paint such a poignant picture of struggling love, tinged with hope … and comfort? I’d forgotten how good d’Verse is at promoting the disciplines of good poetry, Mary. You’ve done a good job here.

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