Scars; a Poem. -Payton Belknap
Life. It begins with the same thing as death. Blood I lose myself into the silver shaft. Im floating on my unreal blood raft. I wanna do it, but my mind tells me not to. I know this is wrong, and I know all I am really doing is hurting myself and the ones that love me, but if I was hurting myself from the begining, then why did my concious tell me to do so? I know right from wrong, dont I? Maybe this is “Right.” I look down at the tops of my thumbs and my wrist sometimes, and the scars remind me of how much pain I’ve been through. But now they fade. They remind me of how weak I used to be. I was once a weak chain link, dying hard to hold on to others. But now, I’m stronger than anyone could think I could be. My life goes on, Day by Day, Night by Night, and I realize I have loving people that surround me. My love, my friends, family, and my Idol. I dont think thy will ever truly understand my mind or how it works, but I guess atleast they love me. My mind has many different thoughts, and can pull me in and out of life whenever it pleases. Everyday I thank the new strength, of my newly built up heart, that my mind did not take away my life, with my own knife. I am whats hidden in the scars; the deep, true soul, beneath the once torn, but now healed skin. I hope that one day I can forget the past, and embrace the future full of life I have coming for me. I also hope, that my screwed up, yet intelligent mind will not take me for granted ever again and pull me back into what I call “The Darkness.” For now, I am in the light. I. Am. Whats. Hidden. Beneath. The ‘SCARS.’
