Scar (skär), noun:
- A mark left on skin/ tissue after a wound etc. has healed.
- A marring or disfiguring mark on anything.
- The lasting mental or emotional effects of suffering or anguish.
-Webster's New World Dictionary,
Third College Edition.
Third College Edition.
Anything can scar.
Your skin, your liver, your heart, your body.
Your soul.
Anything can be subjected to its distortion. To be maimed into a form so unrecognizable, you shy away from your being. A mutilation that bypasses physicality to embed itself in the very core of your humanity.
They arise from wounds, inflicted by the knives of intention and neglect.
Physical scars, visible scars, those that riddle your body. They are the scars of Mother Nature.
What of the scars brought upon by Human Nature?
The ones that are flogged upon, not bare skin, but ethereal spirit, on the tender lining of our heart, seeping our sense of goodwill and innocence with every fiery crack of its relentless whip.
Mother nature may inflict scars over us to protect us from further injury. Human nature intends to damage us permanently to hide it's mutilation amongst the converted-deformed.
We all have our scars.
Scars that never really healed. Scars that tear open as suddenly, gushing out humanity and our essence of being.
Scars that require,
too much of us,
to close the wound.
Your skin, your liver, your heart, your body.
Your soul.
Anything can be subjected to its distortion. To be maimed into a form so unrecognizable, you shy away from your being. A mutilation that bypasses physicality to embed itself in the very core of your humanity.
They arise from wounds, inflicted by the knives of intention and neglect.
Physical scars, visible scars, those that riddle your body. They are the scars of Mother Nature.
What of the scars brought upon by Human Nature?
The ones that are flogged upon, not bare skin, but ethereal spirit, on the tender lining of our heart, seeping our sense of goodwill and innocence with every fiery crack of its relentless whip.
Mother nature may inflict scars over us to protect us from further injury. Human nature intends to damage us permanently to hide it's mutilation amongst the converted-deformed.
We all have our scars.
Scars that never really healed. Scars that tear open as suddenly, gushing out humanity and our essence of being.
Scars that require,
too much of us,
to close the wound.
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