Sacred Scars

Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

These Sacred Scars


Beautiful liars have come to my tree to bow under the shade of my loving leaves

Kneeling and worshipping at my feet

They come offering communion,

inviting me to drink of wine from their cups

But these sacred scars I clutch to my chest like pearls on a thin strand of string

They’re priceless,

earned by the sting of all the heartache of beautiful liars

sacred scars

I carry my burdens,

dragging my cross down streets by those beautiful liars

Withered and distressed like worn out wood,

there is a beauty in these scared scars

These feet and hands,  have no wounds,

but this heart holds every splinter of lies told

Valuable lessons learned of a once foolish heart

Sacred Scars

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