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Scars
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February 08, 2008, 10:06:am
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On each wrist
A scar
Barely visible now
From a time
When I did
Not know
Why one
Should love
Life itself.
A time when
I thought all
Life offered was
Another day
Another year
Another pain
More reason
For suffering
Endlessly.
I was wrong
For I see now
That joy was
Always there
surrounding me
In my sisters’ trust
My father’s pride
The stars that shone
Every night.
In the soft fur
of my favorite pet
The words that
I was able to pen
The phone call
Of a trusted friend
The joy my teachers
Always displayed
In my work.
One can become
Blinded by the light
And there
Is no light
That beams
More brightly
More persistently
Than that of
Hatred and Rage.
So I have
These two
Faint scars
One on each wrist
Barely visible now
To remind me daily
That my life
Is filled with
Love and beauty.
© Moon
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A Moon has Risen
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February 02, 2008, 01:19:pm
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So it has been a while since I actually felt like writing anything. Then I was reading one of my new friend's pages and wham just like that, the words came. That is life I guess.
I was wrapped
in a blanket
consisting of darkness
spanning the spectrum
in shades of gray
I was alone
Locked inside of me
finding only me
nothing but me
and myself
until I realized
that within my blanket
it was cozy
peaceful and secure
that here I
was comfortable
undisturbed
unbroken
this realization
brought tiny cracks
which enabled
tiny beams of light
to infiltrate
my private darkness
Irony of ironies
just when I
became comfortable
in my darkened world
of grays bordering
on shades of black
the light arrived.
Mood: Less than black, More than white
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