Canvases
When did my wrists become my canvas, I always thought
When words had cut deeper than knives , my inner self whispered
I can feel the hurt...something is good about it....Oh yes, it makes me stop remembering
I hid my scars too,
because no one wants to see
the truth that is me
My scars are not beautiful. But i am beautiful with them.
I was beautiful without them too
But i have a new kind of beauty with them, because they speak of how much i have overcome.
@JustHumanThatsNotPerfect
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@JustHumanThatsNotPerfect,
"But i have a new kind of beauty with them, because they speak of how much i have overcome."
True, so damn true!! It's hard not to feel ashamed of those scars . I needed a remote. Thanks for pointing this. Knowing people have made it through gives lot of hope the ones who are still struggling. Did you write this poem? I am not a good judge of how good it is according to literature. But I loved it. Related to it. Inspiring.
@Perfectlyimperfect87464,
Remote= remainder
Pointing=posting
Sorry it's autocorrect being pure AI
@Perfectlyimperfect87464 I get that bud, I make my share of typos (Which is plenty) too.😊
@Perfectlyimperfect87464,
I am glad you found it useful. It's not exactly a poem. Maybe a pseudo poem? I had just put togather a few thoughts that I had and a few I came across that day . Not a fancy one. I know
@JustHumanThatsNotPerfect , it's beautiful!! Gives a peek of pure mess is in lives. but also gives away hope to readers.😃