Poetry | Self-improvement

Rubble and Scars

Chip away at the knotted, twisted life scars to find your hidden gems.

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Tons of rubble,
inside my chest.
Festering toxic dump,
— clawing at my heart.

Years of gathering.
Broken relationships.
Sunken shipwrecks,
carrying a loaded load.

Badass decisions,
hurtful word-knifes;
negative perceptions,
— painful memories…

Blunt-sharp serrated
deeply-twisted, scars
lying tightly together.
Crawling creepy crawlies.

Where;
are the shining star memories?

Hiding;
under parasites,
feasting for far too long?

Time to let go and set them free?

Mission:
chisel — screeching-scraping,
chipping at the rubble scars.