Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Beauty Marks


I saw the tears start to fall
Like rain drops falling
During a savage storm
I saw the tears fall down your face
And through their shine
Could see all
I saw the pain, the hurt, the anger
But mostly, I saw your fear
That this is what life is
I saw their intent
I saw their path
There was no rainbow at the end
There was no gold to reclaim again
I saw your tears start to fall
Beauty marks

I felt your heart beat
Like the drums of a soldier
Before a battle
As he takes up arms to a cause
Not really understanding
But knowing he must fight
His heart beating in fear
His heart banging out his excitement
I saw a land without borders
As two armies faced on a field
The knives in your heart
Piercing through the sound
And rhythm of your heart
I felt your heart beat
Beauty marks

I heard your screams
Like the riot through the city
Fighting against hate, injustice
Pushing against the walls
Banging its fist on the bars of the cell
Never turning your cheek
Knowing the feel of the fist
You never turned down the volume
You never shut your eyes
Or turned my head away
You faced the crowd
You were not glass
You were steel
I heard your screams
Beauty marks

I watched you bleed
As you put the tip
To flesh
Pulling away
Feeling pain
Feeling release
Letting out the bad, the evil, the pain, the unjust
Leaving emptiness
Drops of red falling onto the virgin Earth
Staining the waters
Darkening the skies
You can't always see
The scarred remains of pain
I watched you bleed
Beauty marks

I ached in hunger with you
As you melted away
Starving, aching and in need
Reaching out for substance
Clutching only air
Gasping with need
Shining your searchlight
Into the darkness
But finding only night
Looking desperately
Needing even more
You bones shining through
You feel invisible
I ached with hunger with you
Beauty marks

I have been where you are before
I have walked the same path
The dirt worn by those before me
And those yet to come
I have felt the pain
Of losing who you are
Not recognizing anymore
The face in the mirror
Some wear their scars
Others have theirs hidden deep inside
It is not the loudest in the room
With the strength to carry the world
You do not need permission to feel
The world can hold more emotion than you know
I have been where you are before
Beauty marks

I saw the tears start to fall
I felt the heart beat
I heard the screams
I watched the blood spill
I ached inside and out with hunger
I have been there before
I felt the same pebble in my shoe
I felt the same fire singe my skin
I bled on the same battlefield
I prayed with the same whispered abandon
I screamed love but only heard the resounding echo
And still looked upon my scars
Holding them up to the mirror proud
These scars are not the end...they are beauty, strength, the beginning
Beauty marks

Monday, August 7, 2017

Mommy Dear