Cicatrices

Like the flash of a Samurai sword

slicing through emotional cords

the ragged edges of life

cut deeply like a knife

 leaves unseen scars jagged and still

with inner pain screaming until

the internal chaos ruptures

spraying laments of misery nurtured

during lifes' daily harvest

and with bleeding soul must confess

to having cause to scorn

the hidden pain of insides torn

when words that wound

quietly slice inner beautys' bloom

killing the blossom that will never ripen

to dream and fully open

never to sip the morning dew

and bask in lovely moments new

But then, give one wisdom and passion

to heal those inner scars in slow fashion

and the renewed soul will happily travel

on a new road full of marvels