Scars So Deep by Maria Fokas
Scars running so deep – roaring in an endless flow
Hush, no need for such upheaval for a flaw so weak
And so, I count my fortunes; breed gratefulness indeed
I count the wonderful people in my life, my accomplishments; my discoveries
I count, the times defeat was woven into me
I misplace my tears, and the smiles that broke me
Look! A sinner’s cross – abolished by love
I notice all those who have worse misfortunes
Yes they are many, but what am I to do?
Maybe a friendly hand, through the darkest of nights
But with a few pennies of my time, I will always come up short
To think I could change a life;
What engaging deceit to ponder in
But I saved a black puppy on a rainy day, at the age of 12
Caught struggling, in an open sewer, on a cold deserted road
You may think – so what!
But that which does not speak in words,
Was always a constant faze, unless it was a cat, of course
And in the end, the scars remained
A boundless burden again – to sustain you,
I should not have thought twice; so many doubts
What lonely place, one creates confused by disbelief
No harmony – No muse in sight – No substance of time;
Only a weak shadow, standing between excellence and me
Was it all just a figment of the mind,
Or were there truths, in the lies they told?
Regardless, I cannot forgive – all those choices denied to me
Particularly the one when you said, I cannot love thee
So, let the fall be gentle – let the fall be winged
And above all,
Let it not be – A bottomless pit
Location: Delaware Street/OLD NEW CASTLE