At night you stare at the mirror You poke and prod at what looks back Things have changed You look so different From the fights and each attack You’ve been left with stories and scars From all the moments in the past But what of instead of the hatred in your head You try and find hope at last Stash seeds in each of your scars And wait a while with the moon For as time ticks along its track You will have flowers soon Your pain will become a garden All colours and full of light So even though the past still lingers Your garden will be a welcomed sight Each scar holds a story And you’ve carried them for so long So when your seedlings take root and grow Let them hold you and make you strong Let them take all the aching Take the load Take all the weight And for once enjoy the spectacle that you are Start with the new day It’s not too late -Kristen Honeywill
Wow! So deep! Magnificent.
Your poems are very good at creating a solid scene in the mind. And it feels very smooth to read, if that makes sense? Makes me realize that I’m to all over the place whenever I try my hand at poems. Awesome stuff!