Originally posted on Lorrie Bowden:

I have scars that can’t be seen
Perhaps I met them in a dream
If you can’t see them
Then they’re not real
How I wish this was truth

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I have scars they cut me deep
They separated muscle from bone
And feeling from life
They cut ties to my human side
And made me live in the dark recesses
Where knife cut matter
And what lives inside cries

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Yes, I have scars
But I don’t wear them well
Only time will tell
Flying clocks with wings
Erase the messages of time
The ceaseless nagging of pain
At the bottom of my psyche
Washes the light of life
A tinged hint of gray
Darkens the day
Just a little

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My scars don’t define me
Only bind me
Intertwine me
In the place that can’t exist
If my reaching soul climbs out of the carnage
Blossoms like a flower
A tiny bud releasing it’s beautiful fragrance into the world

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Light of the Creator
Designs a crater
A chasm to be filled with love and joy
Radiates light
Of all that might
Gracefully walk in peace
To the gates that unlock the freedom of your soul.

Blessitude
Lorrie
1/26/15