Grissel

I am grissel,
scar tissue,
wounds deep in my soul
erupt into marks left behind.

Petroglyphs of pain
speak of a life once lived,
the graffiti of my mistakes
covered over with flesh.

How long can I stretch my skin,
how long can I touch the world
without tracing the lines of my scars,
the evidence of my despair.

I am unable to hide them anymore
they are seen but rarely understood.
I look for no pity,
it is what it is...

My hope lies in helping others,
letting them explain their scars.
Wetting them with my tears,
holding on to each other.

Facing scorn with courage,
holding heads high,
accepting others eye to eye
and hopefully ourselves as well.

I forgive you,
please forgive me.

a reply to: grayeagle

Beautifully written! Once again.

S&F

a reply to: grayeagle

S+F very moving..with a message of hope

a reply to: grayeagle
That was just superb.

"Petroglyphs of pain
speak of a life once lived,
the graffiti of my mistakes
covered over with flesh."

Wonderful imagery and imagination. Thank you. I am definitely going to have to read more of your work.

a reply to: swanne

Swanne, thank you for your continued support. It is always important for me to know you and our other writers have read my work and appreciated it.

a reply to: cosmickat

No matter how hard it gets there is always hope. Thank for taking the time to read and reply!

a reply to: JustMike

Thank you for your kind words! It provides me with encouragement to continue writing. I know that some people find it hard to read angst but in my life I find it necessary to "get it out".

a reply to: grayeagle
I often feel the echoes of other people's angst within myself. Writing is a good way to "get it out". Not release it, perhaps, though that may work for some, but at least have it out where one can turn it different ways and look at it under various lights.

I didn't put that well (my excuse is it's still early in the day for me), but anyway, I get what you're saying.