Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Not Quite Faded













You carry the visible remnants
of pain endured,
fissures closed,
wounds still healing.
My blemishes mask hidden
tarnished through tears,
sullied in sleepless nights.
Scarred, broken—
two fractured halves
struggling to become whole again.

Don’t look too close,
    you may still see the cracks.

© Ginny Brannan 2016

Linking to d’Verse Poets Pub, where we are sharing our “Scars,” both seen and unseen.  This is a Quadrille, a new form for me, a poem of exactly 44 words.
Come on by and check out what others have shared!


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18 comments:

  1. GraceDecember 6, 2016 at 10:54 AM

    Struggling to be whole again, I love this line ~

    How lovely to see you at D'verse Ginny ~ Hope you are well ~

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  2. Frank HubenyDecember 6, 2016 at 12:14 PM

    Scars seem to be evidence that we are trying to become whole again.

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  3. brudbergDecember 6, 2016 at 1:34 PM

    So hard to mend what's broken... Like porcelain, a broken cup will never be as new...

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    1. Ginny BrannanDecember 7, 2016 at 9:27 AM

      Thankful that we are not made of porcelain. Hopefully we learn from that which has shattered us, and come back stronger, or at least more savvy for it!

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  4. AnotherFearlessYear.netDecember 6, 2016 at 3:55 PM

    I love the cracks. They're how the light gets in.

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    1. Ginny BrannanDecember 7, 2016 at 9:24 AM

      So true, even if we don't see the light at first.

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  5. Other MaryDecember 6, 2016 at 6:16 PM

    We all carry our scars, some more visible than others. Wonderful writing, Ginny. xx

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    1. Ginny BrannanDecember 7, 2016 at 9:23 AM

      Every trial we look back upon inspires us to heal, to grow, and shapes the stories and words we share.

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  6. Arcadia MariaDecember 6, 2016 at 8:24 PM

    "Don’t look too close,you may still see the cracks." So true. Well written quadrille.

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  7. poetjanstieDecember 7, 2016 at 3:58 AM

    Leaves me feeling infinitely sad, Ginny, with just a mote of hope. All the more effective for all that.

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    1. Ginny BrannanDecember 7, 2016 at 9:20 AM

      Ah, but hope is the thing that keeps us moving ever forward, isn't it? Appreciate you stopping to read and share a thought, John.

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  8. UnknownDecember 8, 2016 at 8:15 AM

    Love the picture, we all have those fractured aspects in our lives.

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  9. Sanaa RizviDecember 10, 2016 at 3:20 AM

    This is such an evocative write...❤️

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  10. Rosemary Nissen-WadeDecember 10, 2016 at 8:43 PM

    Heal;ed but not quite - perfectly described.

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  11. Steve KingDecember 18, 2016 at 11:45 AM

    A marvelous piece...things never seem to fit back perfectly together, do they? Very interesting idea rendered so artfully.
    Steve

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Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.

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