Faded scars

I feel for her.
Sort of.
Maybe not so much.
I want to warn her.
Never mind.
Let her learn the hard way.
Would do no good anyway.
Earn her badge among the ranks.
Ugly scars like the rest of us wear.
Or rather wore, I should say.
Mine are gone now.
How about yours?


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Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words...

5 thoughts on “Faded scars

  1. All except for a phantom limb or two, and they can be troublesome.

    Anyway, my Grandma always said “There’s a lid for every pot.”
    She was good at making silk purses from sows ears, in any case, and was an optimist.
    Some pots become so bent as to fit only the bent lid.
    Maybe that’s the necessity in bending another so far? Or, maybe not.

  2. some of those scars still remain…deep.

    Difficult to let go, some of them. The process of healing. Religion was one of those that hurt me real bad. Felt “cheated” by the whole thing. Sigh.

  3. Pearl,
    I think he just bends the lids for fun; to see how far he can go before they break!

    I remember feeling the same way, when I went to my pastor for counseling and realized he was not truly a “man of God,” but just a man, who may have been a little more versed in the teachings of the Bible, but in the end, knew no more than I did.

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