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seven year scar
by Melissa Arel
there is a scar on my finger
where a ring once rested. my skin
suffocated and withered away til
it gave in to this mold of metal.
the indentation of seven years
is slowly starting to fade as
my body reclaims its independence.
02/17/2010 Posted on 02/26/2010
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/26/10 at 09:23 PM you have found a sad, searing, utterly memorable metaphor, Mel...the simplicity and profundity intermingled make this a significant additon to your library..not only of poetry, but of life. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/26/10 at 09:39 PM Great write Melissa although sad I'd say it ends not with wimper but maybe a new start. And why are 7's such an oft reminder of these breakings of the vows? |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/26/10 at 09:47 PM Right with you here Mel. I'd like to think, in the end, God will not look us over for degrees, medals or diplomas, but scars. Thanks. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/26/10 at 10:23 PM There is a lot of pain in this write but I'm glad that the ending gives light to the bigger picture. Best of luck to you dear. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/27/10 at 04:04 AM I like the past tense that is replaced by your reclaiming your independence. It helps me to read about sad events that others are able to work through. Thank you. |
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