Scars, people speak of them
as though they’re the most wretched thing
there could be,
reminding them of wounds,
reminding them of hurts,
bringing back those days
they’d rather just forget.
But the scars you’ve left me,
are not at all like those.
The scars you’ve left me,
are like jewels that I hold.
Those scars from you
are like fragments out of space and time,
they’re like portals
where I could reach you one more time.
I’d choose those scars over gold,
for gold is nothing without one’s soul.
I’d choose those scars though tinged with pain,
for I’d take the pain for all that I’d gain.
You may not walk again with me,
and I may not hear your voice,
But when I touch those scars,
I’m brought again to where you are.
The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.
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