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

 

© Maria Fokas 2014/All Rights Reserved

Location: Delaware Street/OLD NEW CASTLE