I have new scars,
That show a new day,
A day with fear,
A day with regreats.
However in this day,
I will try again,
To be happy inside,
But it will never work.
Because this life,
Has been fought,
But i've lost a battle that,
Could never be won.
So what difference does it make today,
If yesterday,
And tomorrow,
Will be exactly the same.
Could it mean,
This scar will bleed,
Or could it mean,
The scar is a scratch.
But still,
What difference would that make,
If at the end of the day,
I still have a scar.
Maybe I could change my ways,
And start a fresh,
A brand new day.
But howcome when I try,
My past comes back to life.
(15th july 2011)
This poem is not full of false hope and I like it for that gritty realism. Sometimes it feels good to wallow in misery. I do it often. I think that the title would be better fit if it was 'A New Day. Maybe Not? ' because nothing changes and your past is always with you. Am I standing on sacred ground here? It is your poem not mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
new scars hurt but rembering the old ones are even more painfull, i should no. great! ! xxtamara