Scarred

 

i am a seashell

one among many

i have cuts in my shell

wounds in my skin 

because

i was tossed

to and fro

by the waves

and the winds

of life's oceans

calloused by 

the rough sands

i am complicated

mysterious 

yet

fascinating
inevitable change
comes
but the marks
remain

my uniqueness

stands out

i am

aesthetically
scarred

Note: A repost from my 2012 posts. This is how I see myself now.

Pain

 

Indescribable,

my lifeless heart’s agony

buried deep in pain

 

Unspeakable wrath

of your sharp-edged tongue

stabbed me to death.

 

Hatred overwhelmed

your jealous narcissistic

self and scattered plumes.

 

My soul’s rain of tears

drowned myself. I have lost you.

I only have me.

    

Written for: Poets and Storytellers United

Writers' Pantry #59: Love and Loss

Living a Smile

talk less and smile more

it will make your mind at work

heal you from the hurts

to die is easy

but you have to live harder

make time for yourself

talk less and smile more

from within, it's a call to

live beautifully

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #59: Talk less. Smile more.