“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” – Proverb
Cain’s Mark
These marks
on the surface of my
skin have begun to
run and form tunnels
to my heart.
Those marks, coy as
shy tears
and dysfunctional lies,
wrangle with the
raped raw
arteries of my life
pushing blood to
those marks from
red stinging
finger tips, crashing
on the surface of my flesh,
leaving
a road map
to my magnum opus.
The mark, the fingerprint,
the passionate bruise,
the blood;
the symbols of my heart
are the bull’s eye for
my marks-woman’s rifle--
a bullet giving birth to
my stricken life,
fallen,
cursed,
risen,
and found
to be the score of my purpose.
The marks are now on my bones,
in my breath,
inscribed on my sword,
touched by my dignity,
and guided by my strength to
lead these scars forward.
TJKG
dang...you hooked me quick...great opening stanza with the marks moving toward your heart...a bullet giving birth to my stricken life is a great line as well...felt poetry
ReplyDeletePowerful, raw images, good pacing. Caught me and pulled me all the way through.
ReplyDeletei like how the marks that could have power to destroy someone make you even stronger by the way you handle the challenges...really enjoyed ...strong images..
ReplyDeleteintense. you really make those marks felt. I like the "bullet" stanzas departure from starting with "marks." it gives it an extra punch.
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