Achromatic.

by Poet on the Piano   May 9, 2019


These scars still remind me
not of the brilliant white
not of healing
not always
but more of the white crash
after leaping from a waterfall
that knew not my intentions,
spiraling between reality
and zero degree nightmares.

Nothing is open,
wounds have closed,
they don't resemble canyons
and I no longer write
rivers of red
on skin

yet white tends to blind
even those who wear a shield,
reflecting and scattering
all visible hope
of starting anew.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    A nice use of the poets artistic pallet. Congratulations!

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    Strength does not cone from burying wounds and scars, but by enduring them!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I'm so sorry that you are suffering right now. Sometimes life can be very challenging. You are much stronger than you think.. Never give up hope. Sending you a warm hug and all my best wishes Milly x

  • 4 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    So glad to see this nominated... I'm pretty speechless tbh

  • 4 years ago

    by Brenda

    Mary Anne, do not scars stop you from starting anew or anyone else from thinking you can. Your scars show you fought those wars within yourself and you are here today, standing tall. You are a survivor and every day you show just how strong you are.

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