They cried, "You're covered with scars,
you poor pitiful thing.
What heartache and misery the memories must bring."
I said, "They're only just scars.
Have no pity for me.
They don't hurt a bit.
They're where wounds used to be.
Wordsmith, we must forgive to let go of anger, great minds think a like
Thanks Dr.tony Brahmin for your kind and insightful comments. You are very welcome for my support
What heartache and misery the memories must bring. I said, They're only just scars. such a fine poem.... telling us all that we hve to forgive and not brood over the scars of life........ you are really spiritual. thank u dear Steve for supporting me in the poem on Asifa. i am still crying when i think of the innocent. one. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks a bunch Joyce White 💖😀