Healing

by Beautiful Chaos   Jun 13, 2011


I stitched myself back together today,
My very own frankensteinian creation,
A monster born of selfish creation,
Scars treasured into eternity.

They'll all think they know me,
But they don't, they can't,
They only know parts of me,
We're all guilty of superficial judgments.

They all took pieces of me,
Traveling through lives I didn't want to know,
But tolerated,
Because I was never whole.

It couldn't last forever,
The dark of night eventually ends,
And light reveals all we are,
If you wish to see it.

I've never known a better day,
Pieces healing, now intact,
Jagged lines of bitterness,
Fading into love.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Just a Voice

    Wow! Theres so much going on in this poem. Obviously the Frankenstein metaphor refers to someone who has been broken, repaired and reborn. However the healing can only come from within, and the best medicine for the spirit is love. I could point out a few flaws in the presentation but they dont detract from the overall message. A powerful piece well done.

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