Shedding My Old Skin

by Lemon   Apr 14, 2014


I used to hate the mirror and love the scars
A symbol of my own self-loathing

I kept myself a slave to depression
and wrote off my own future
Nothing I did back then would have been good enough
But it was my choice to be blind

Eventually I
shook off the shadows
And picked up my battered and bruised smile,
dusted it off
And held my head high

For so long I had blamed the world for my unhappiness
Convinced myself that it was someone else's mistake that had left me
in tears, time and time again
But all I needed to do was to let myself heal

My scars became silver strands
like spider webs draped across my arm
Laid out neatly for anyone who looked too closely to see
A window to my past

I don't hold them with the same reverence I used to
Whereas once I wore them as medals of honour
("Look at what I've been through")
they are now just an anchor to a time I'd rather forget

For my life has moved on, times are happier now
I live rainbow years
after my years of rain

I look upon my own face and see my eyes glisten with hope
I was wrong to write myself off for I have potential
I am beautiful

My life is different now
I love the mirror, but hate my scars

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Omg Joss- This poem left me speechless it is so well written. I'm going to start with the title because it is perfect and actually holds a metaphor about the poem which is rare. Actually I've never seen it. I really don't know what to say about this poem lol. We all go through wars in our life and here I believe you could be talking about emotional scars you have been through. You are the only one who can see them inside. I loved the "survivor" message at the start of this. When you say look at what I've been through. That struck with me hard because I've been through a lot. I also again how you seemed to write about a past and present thing as well. The first half you are proud of what you have been through. And by the end "now" you can see yourself as beautiful inside and out. Beautiful write!

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