Living in a material world
Can nibble at your soul
You buy and have, and own
Yet you never feel whole.
Surrounded by my new, shiny things
I still feel like old me
With my ragged edges
And unfinished parts, you can see.
A bite mark on my thigh
Left by pointless lust
A scar around my ankle
Made by some guilt long-lost.
A few scratches on my knees
To show I fell
And a broken dream or two
By whom, I cannot tell.
Some burns across my back
And the sting of betrayal
So I’m almost never reminded
That friendship can be frail.
A purple bruise around my neck
Which was supposed to keep me silent
A lesson not learned
No matter how violent.
And scars between my breasts
Made by my heart, when shattered
And the shards cut to the surface
But still my pain didn’t matter.
And my entire world is shiny
But I’m not made anew
So I’ve felt, fought and lost
And somehow pushed through.
I am stronger for it
With some wounds now healed
And the desire for shiny, new things
From my soul, pain has peeled.
Samoila Oana Andreea