Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Scars



Of bruises and cuts that go beyond
Engravings everlasting
Ever present; ever so near
Vivid reminders, nerve wrenching
Beautiful ugly scars, bitter sweet memoirs
Of a life lived in dismay
Of loneliness and harrowing pain
Everlasting infringements that die not
Of tears shed; dreams lost
Beautiful angels; they die too
Behold!..a demon is born
Out of mother earth's own flesh...and blood
Out of fate; mother earth's silver platter
Demons are made of these
Earthly ills..that they wish not upon themselves
Karma, what have you got to say for yourself?

By Flora Njeru