SCARS (a poem)

SCARS

My wounds are deep my scars
LONG
my hurt , aggressive
When I feel the pain of my scars
my heart quakes and trembles at the sight of my
scars , they trace my veins and hold me down,
down to the pit of hate i was born ,
drawn to a world full of scars
some where them a proud like a sign of power ,
others hold them in a pretend they have none ,
like me they grace every part of me …
Everyone has scars like me .
We all have problems , we all have scars we
hold them let them go and move on .
From childhood my scars grew deeper and wider
every day , burning my heart and my soul ,
Through christ , my scars are removed everything i
am and will be is from my scars being taken away,
my heart is healed , and although i still have scars
all ways will , but every day i live i lose some scars
gain some and so on but my heart rejoices the day me heart will be
free all my pain gone and all my scars washed away.

have you ever... hurt yourself, dixon?

that's a really good poem dixon

its a metophor for the bad things that happen to a Person , Like Me being taken away form my family ... and how every one has had bad things happen to them, those are scars .
the moral of it is that even though we all have problems , we NEED CHRIST to heal them , and i rejoice cause of it

Im very sorry to hear that dixon. Nice poem though