I have scars from when I was but a child
The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild
And amidst tragedies I didn’t yet understand, I smiled
And I never knew the novel I’d become was being compiled
I have scars from when I was a young man
With confidence and ignorance to say, “Yes, I can”
I saw many things from which I should have ran
Facing lions and demons, armed with a frying pan
I am earning my scars now, as an adult
I am learning that not all flaws are my fault
I am learning how easy it is to vault
The heart of my childhood, jaded with salt
And some day, when I am old and gray
I’ll soften a bit, and in patience, decay
This patina of wisdom should not harden with age
But should cause me to look at my hands and say,
“I have scars from when I was but a child”
Beautiful poem. One of the best I have read in the recent times. Nice flow of words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, thank you so much ❤ That means the world to me, especially because I admire your writing so much, too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for reading my posts too.
LikeLike
This is delightful. Introspective yet fun. Nice piece. : )
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Its a lovely poem. Beautifully written..
But its too dark. Are you fine? Just embrace the glorious mess we are, beautifully Imperfect. 😊 Take care. ⛅
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha you’re so uplifting 🙂 I was okay when I wrote this… I think my message wasn’t conveyed very well. I see how it is dark, but I intended it to mean that, as we age, we should not let ourselves become so jaded and cross, but rather see how our past made us who we are… The word yesterday was “patina” so my focus was on softening the patina of age (tough skin), but I did not explain that well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You did explain everything Beautifully. I got what you wanted to say friend. Just wanted to know if you are fine.. that’s it. Nothing else. Your posts are awesome and meaningful as always 😊😊
LikeLike