Scars

The scars don’t show at first the wound must heal to begin with. Then the process begins you forget why the scar is there or why the initial wound was created was it just a moment of temporary madness then you begin to wonder why you would deliberately hurt yourself scarring your skin for life just because of maybe what seemed like a very large problem at the time but turned out to be very much pointless in the grand scheme of things.

How do people survive is it an inbuilt survival technique maybe but then some would argue what about suicide? What happens to survival then?

Maybe it is just accidental a way of release gone wrong or overwhelming depression and only one way to escape.

Being in love and powerless to do anything about it is a very strange feeling.
Its as if you are stuck in a hole a never-ending hole a black hole maybe.
You try to say its all ok when you know that you are being eaten inside and taken over by this parasite called love.

But love is not always a parasite it can also be like a flourishing flower beautiful in everyway eventually maybe you will find this flower and guide it to full growth and help it on its way to being healthy and prosperous, but when will we all find this the answer is one we will only know at the time hopefully I say this will be soon so many decoys in the way so many mistakes to be made and less triumphs for me along the way I just pray I have the strength to see it through unlike so many others who just give up I will never give up on finding the one thing everyone needs in life Love.

© Ann Dempsey 2003


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