Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

Briars and Thorns. A poem.

All these briars and thorns—
Sticking and slicing,
Pricking and enticing—
Patterning my body
And reflecting my somber discontent.

Marking a trail upon this empty flesh—
A patina of scar tissue,
A fleshy, vertiginous map—
To guide me like a lost,
Angst-filled, wayward child.

Back from the emptiness
Of my long congealing heart.

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7 thoughts on “Briars and Thorns. A poem.”

  1. Scars are not something we want
    but sometimes we are going to get
    between every disillusion and lies
    and all the people we have met
    there is something scars portray
    even with all life’s vicissitudes
    we are kicking here still standing
    and easily we’re not going to decay.

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