scars fade
they were merely a graze
not a wound
no pain
no anguish
no permanent damage
the bandage removed
made me wince
for only a nano
revealing
a healing
the music turned from gloomy gray
to something more suitable
to lighten the day
never occurred
not knowing the words
1 can sing along anyway
out of tune
no one else in the room
so sing louder
for that power
with in is what
winners are made of
don’t question
the poet
prophet
songstress
or sir
their wisdom
comes from another land
they recognize
their role
it is not courage
that they display
just a fluttering of verbiage
understanding
is the correlation
1 makes
to their own wounds
or to those still dressed
removing the tape slowly
only increases the pain
tear it off swiftly
for scars fade
Channeling Margaret Mitchell comes to mind…I believe can hear Scarlett’s haunting echoes resounding beneath the print.
Dearest Gwynneth this is marvelous, how soothingly true! I find in your words an understanding that comforts , a marvel , a wisdom ! Beautiful 🙂 thank you <3