Inspired by a prompt on Pinterest: Imagine your emotional scars were physical. Describe how you look.
Underneath the flawless makeup you see me wearing;
The charming smile and the confident gait I take;
Hides a broken and messed up shell of a person.
If only you could see my emotional scars;
You’d see how much I’ve endured;
And what I still have to deal with;
But since you can’t see them;
Maybe I’ll try to paint a picture with words;
I’d describe how I look emotionally in physical terms;
Ignore the perfectly shaped eyebrows;
And the color-powdered eyelids;
And imagine me with sad, puffy, red-eyed face;
Exhausted and stressed by the countless cries;
Imagine my heart literally out of place;
Hanging on by a torn muscle;
The excruciating pain of having to carry a heavy heart;
And every breathing moment brings its own pang;
Tried stitching up my bleeding heart;
And it survived the brutality it suffered;
It’s stronger than I thought;
Only to be ripped out again and again;
Whenever I thought it was all over;
It would start beating again;
Pumping purpose into my veins;
Look at my feet, what do you see?
Smooth skin and well-trimmed nails, huh?
Whereas the soles are all bruised and bloody;
From having to walk on the broken pieces of my life;
My palms are all cut and roughened up;
From having to gather my broken pieces;
And trying to fix them again like a puzzle;
But I’ve learnt the hard way;
That the puzzle changes after every breakdown;
So the parts don’t fit the same way anymore;
The full lip glistening of gloss;
Is sore out of the constant assault of my teeth on it;
Biting it hard to keep myself from wailing in public;
Or exploding when my heart can’t take it anymore;
As for the hair, I’m sure you can tell;
That I’ve hired a lawyer of a weave;
To cover up for my helpless balding-in-progress;
My hair falling off thanks to depression;
My seemingly smooth skin that you see;
Is peeling away due to the canker of stress;
I’m the picture of an emotional wreck;
Etched into a fleshy canvas;
Don’t I appear chubby and healthy?
With a well-endowed figure to go with it;
But I’m helplessly starved and skeletal;
Shapeless.
Whenever you see me smile the broadest;
It’s when I’m sobbing the hardest;
Whenever you see me walking the fastest;
It’s when I’m limping in pain;
Whenever I look so beautiful;
It’s when I feel so ugly;
I wonder how many people would approach
The beautiful ones if they could see the emotional scars
They carry and how broken they are;
Indeed the things the eye cannot see;
Are more real than what it can see;
When will the charade end?
When will the mask come off?
When will the scales fall off our eyes?
So we can see beyond what we normally gaze at;
And appreciate what we usually pay no heed to;
How do you look like with your emotional scars on display?
© Josephine Amoako 2016
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Very deep! We are all so busy trying to hide our scars, it’s nice that someone can be honest and allow others to them beyond their makeup.
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Thanks, Shereena. We all need that open therapy once in a while. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and have a blessed day ☺
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Beautifully Profound. As you strip of each layer of makeup to reveal the true person behind it.
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Thank you for reading! ☺
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Vividly portrayed. If only others can see the real human behind the mask, guess they’d understand where others are coming from…
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I know, right? We wouldn’t judge anyhow
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Very powerful and true.Sometimes the best thing is to allow people to see the real you, and love you for who you are, but first you have to accept and love yourself, then you can fix the flaws.
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Very true, Shelley. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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You’re Welcome
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So true. Beautifully written!
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Thanks for reading ☺
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Nice! The flaw behind the flawlessnes👍
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Yep! Thanks for reading, Zaram ☺
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The puzzle changes after every breakdown, so the pieces don’t fit the same way again. I really like that part
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Thanks for reading, Mimi ☺
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Wow. This is really deep. Way to put yourself out there and be vulnerable.
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Thanks for passing by and sharing your thoughts ☺
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How beautiful and brutally honest. Thank you so much for sharing.
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And thanks for reading, Meghan☺
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Each of us has that scar indeed. I might look like… i dunno xx
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Yes we do. Thanks for reading ☺
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Hi! I nominated you for the mystery blogger award … Here’s a link to the post! You rock!!! 🙂
https://ganaijachic.wordpress.com/2017/01/05/new-year-announcement/
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Thanks for nominating me☺
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This is a wonderful poem! How true it is that when asked we say, Just Fine!!” never really saying how we really feel, not wanting once again to be rejected! Dwight
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Thanks for reading, Roth!
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You are welcome! You can call me Dwight! (<:
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Beautiful reminder that how we look on the outside is not always how we feel on the inside.
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Thanks for reading, Joye😊
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This is as real as it gets. The emotions involved in writing this runs deep. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for reading, Bel☺
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