Writing Prompt

Twenty years

It’s been that long.

Still I dream of you daily.

You left so suddenly

There was no goodbye.

No, there was

Except I didn’t know that was our goodbye.

I would have held on tighter

Looked upon your face much longer.

Kissed you sweeter.

Twenty years still feels like yesterday...

Find me a heart

without a scar

and I will show you a life unlived.

To live is to love

and to love is lose.

But what is loss without love?

And what is love,

but the only way to live.

A heart full of scars

tells the story of a life well loved

and a love well lived....

Words like stones, they broke us down,

Left empty spaces in this town.

Where love once bloomed, now shadows creep,

The scars we hold, too deep to sleep.

We tried to build a world so bright,

But darkness stole away the light.

The hurt remains, a constant sting,

A broken song, we cannot sing.

A name, "Cody," a whispered, sad sound,

"Sorry," I say, on broken ground.

They say I'm wrong, too flawed t...

if i closed my eyes and went up in flames, the scars could never heal

those memories that cut so deep, they would haunt me forever

you would never be able to forgive yourself, and i could never forgive you

if i closed my eyes and went up in flames, my heart would never be returned to me

unanswered questions would be left to the wind, almost as forgotten as me

so much you would never know, so ...

Wounds sealed,

though never truly healed -

Keloids hide deep voids

of a truth we shield

Blood sweats

from the tears of hearts torn -

Bandaged in bondage,

by sleeves where the heart’s worn

Etched into cardiac muscle -

So when the pain beats loudest,

May these scars be the muzzle

To silence the sorrow —

Of knowing we have no future together,

Yet I’ll be reminded of that again tomorrow

Pi...

He was our one and only child. The child, I thought I could never have. God gave me a blessing.Then it was taken away. Years have passed, I am an old gray haired woman now, Those are the scars I bear forever. The scars of my soul, will live on .....

the love of my life just called me his

and i’m conditioning my hair

i didn’t think i believed in this stuff

i think as i brush

the strands falling with the water

down the drain i watch them

and hope everything will be okay

i’m inviting my friends to my birthday party

the first in eight years

my boyfriend is coming over for dinner

my heart holds something aside from dread

i think i’m keen for thi...

A silent trace, a hidden mark.

Etched in flesh, engraved in heart.

Some are born from words like knives.

Sharpened tongues that shaped our lives.

Scars are like maps, not chains or graves.

They mark the path, the fires we braved.

Not wounds to mourn, nor wounds to hide.

But proof we lived, and did not die....

The scars on our hearts,

Should be worn like medals,

As they are no longer fresh wounds,

They are proof of survival.

And those medals,

Are like an autobiography;

It tells the world your story,

Your journey of pain and recovery.

The scars on our hearts,

Can be utilized as a certification,

To assist those with bleeding gashes,

To give them the first aid they deserve.

Some can be thin paper cuts,

...

Our hearts are quite similar,

Don’t you see?

The one within you has been

Scarred,

And so has the one within me.

Scars cover my heart,

Now no one wants it,

Scars cover your heart,

So no one will take it.

The scars on our hearts,

They leave us to lives of

Solitude,

For nobody wants us.

Then our paths crossed,

You and I met,

And that’s when we realized,

That with our scars,

We could connect…

So w...