Monday, March 08, 2021

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.


6 comments:

  1. Beautifully described, whether literally or metaphorically.

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  2. Your poetry will resonate with many ~~ me, one of them. Lovely write ~~~

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  3. And still holding its beauty. One of my earliest poems was about me as a teacup, chipped and blue.

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  4. I echo Helen. Love the metaphor of a seashell.

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  5. Useful blog. Thank you for sharing with us.

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