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Gracie Anne Jan 23
The urgent care is the nursery
Where I choose my seeds with thought.
The doctor is the gardener
Who knows how to fix what I’ve wrought.

She sows the seeds inside my skin,
Yet not with a trowel or ***.
She uses a needle and surgical thread,
With budding knots lined up in a row.

Then she leaves me with my tidy ground
And some knowledge on how I should care
For the lined up plot she’s left to me,
Whose potential I’m required to bear.

The deep rivet I slashed into my skin
Is where the seedlings take root.
The blood from my veins keeps them moist
As the new blossoms stand resolute.

But when the weather grows dark and dreary,
My sprouts need cover from the cold.
So I bundle them up with jeans and sweats
To protect them and let them take hold.

But despite the layers I pile atop,
The small spiny blooms poke through.
I run my fingers back and forth,
And marvel at how fast they grew.

Then after they’ve grown for fourteen days,
I return to the nursery at last.
The gardener plucks and prunes and picks
‘Til the wounds and the blooms come to pass.

So now the perennials have passed us by,
And the sprouts have been taken to bin.
The wound that watered my seedlings’ through,
Has left but a scar on my skin.
This poem was inspired through the stitches I received on my thigh due to self harm. When I wore leggings or sweats, the knotted string would poke through the material, reminding me of a garden.
Scar !!!
What a beautiful word it is!!
She wears her  dark circles like battle scars ,
She wears scars proudly  for they are the proof's of the battle's she has fought,
She wore her scars as her best attire ,
A stunning dress was made out of hellfire,
She wore her scars like medals
Where pieces of his peace are struggling to come to together,
She wore her scars , as the sky wore stars...
She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
Every scar I have makes me who am I !!!
It is both a blessing and a curse ,to feel everything so very deeply...
I show my scars so that others know thy can heal...
Shilhamadhuri
🍃A SCAR OF GIRL IS ALWAYS A HIDDEN STORY OF HER DREAM'S....🍃
WickedHope Sep 2021
It's not fair
That you got to brand my mind
And walk away
Making me think
It was my idea
But the scars don't lie
Time hasn't healed
It's ripped wounds open
I can't believe I ever loved you.
MJ Aug 2021
she has scars
like stars

too many to count
but enough to tell stories of the past
selina Aug 2021
isn't it crazy how august flies by
these scars from summer that i thought would never fade
they've blurred together and paled with time
note: summer (n.) - the name of a person that i shouldn't think of, but can't stop wishing for
Now I know
You’re flying high
Take my scars
Our feelings blow into the wind
Sometimes
I wish one day I could take your hand
Walk in the strange path that nobody sees it
I want to say
That you are always mine
As you’ve loved me
As you've loved me
Indonesia, 21st July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Mathieu Jul 2021
Tonight is a Terrible, Silent Respite
From The Cruel, Cruel March.
The Brilliance of Sunlight's Beauty
Begins to Scar With Cracks of Dark .
The Echoes Of The Universe
Are Few And Far Apart,
And In This Of All My Treasured Moments,
I Wonder Where You Are?

The Pillars And Foundations Sometimes Fall
From So Many Things That Were Beautiful
And Tears I Weep As Light Escapes,
Kneeling Before The Fireplace,
To The Flames, Whose Soul Burns to Embrace
The Many Broken Parts Of Me,
That Can No Longer Be Replaced.
To Love Lost.
To The Friends, Now Gone.
To The Good In Me, Eroded.
And To The Man I Want To Become.
Where Are You?
I Need You.
Sadness has freed me
Sow a scar upon my face
Release me from dark
Haiku 7
Raven Blue Jun 2021
Am I the only one who's crazy?
Falling in love with a celebrity.
I know his too far.
He's a star,
I'm aiming for.
But instead i got a scar,
That I can only adore.
I can't reach him,
Cause he's too far.
That I can only stare from afar.
Van Xuan Jun 2021
They say people come and go
It is the normal way of life
But for me that is not the case

Too many people rely on me
As their mental and moral support
As their final refuge of being sane

Being left behind feels suffocating
Where my world feels numb
Struggling to keep myself sane

They are my source of refuge
They are my only salvation
They are the ones who keep me sane

If one of them left because of me
If one of them lost because of me
The fault is on me

A trauma for the rest of my life
When I need to act normal for the people who still needs my help but I'm dying inside
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