Invisible Scars
Passed down from so far
Those scars
passed down
from generations
so far
sometimes I wonder
what they are
I carry them
those invisible scars
deep inside
the ones I’ve tried to hide
those scars from yesterday
I want them to go away
I can forgive
tell myself to live
Yet they remain there
Is it because I care?
Why do they hurt so much
those scars
from wounds
I thought healed?
Is it reminder
the pain was real?
Is it possible for a scar to bleed
the ones I continue to feed?
They say we are not our scars
yet they shape who we are.
I wrote this poem a few days ago when I thought about the internal scars many of us carry around. After a brief conversation with and reading one of her article posts about healing old wounds, I decided to post my writing about generational scars.
Some scars will never be seen but a person seems the feel them a lot longer and that is coming from someone who has plenty of physical scars.
Deeply true