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They, Without
by Jared FladelandI am grateful for my battle scars.
They hurt.
They remind me.
They tempt me to go to that dark place inside my mind resting
comfortably between self-loathing and perfectionism.
They haunt me.
They make me believe untrue words.
But without them,
I wouldn't feel compelled to add
a dandelion to the concrete world
which only seems to fall apart a little more each day.
Without them
I wouldn't have found a purpose-driven life
to make the next person's journey a little easier.
This I know already is foolish because
I also recognize your journey is yours and only you can walk it.
But I'll try a little bit anyway.
Without them
I would probably care too much to express myself freely,
I would not be rebellious enough to ditch form, and structure,
and any semblance of sanity,
because let's be honest: I'm not sane.
And thank God for all of that.
I am grateful for my battle scars. 12/21/2013 Posted on 12/21/2013
Copyright © 2026 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/26/13 at 03:20 AM How can anyone go thru war and if they don't die come out anything but insane. I can't say I understand and no one should say it that hasn't been on the ground with someone pointing a gun at them or where every step may be their last. I was driven insane by an occurrence much earlier in my life, but that story will be over soon. I wish you best of luck as much as I believe that word is a poor one to use. I do hope you have a better upcoming year! |
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