Scarred hearts. They tell of a wound, of a broken past, of a loss of a relationship fallen to crumbled parts of sorrow, weeping, the other side of the cross. Scars, signs of openness in spite of the risks of love, in spite of past brokenness, of keeping spirits above, above the pains and regrets, the heartache and depression, hoping beyond all bets that they will leave a lasting impression. Scars show the will to live after surviving broken relationships the willingness to give your love, and create new friendships. Scars of different ages show that time after time, after deaths and torn pages, you'd choose love again on a dime. A scar cannot stop you, a loss doesn't define. It's up to you to choose the finish line. Scarred hearts are no more than a symbol of will; willingness to open a new door, and experience a new thrill. Afterword: This poem was written in honor of my grandmother who passed away a few hours ago. I remembered hearing somebody talk about what a scarred heart truly means, and the beauty of a scar, so I thought I'd write this poem to honor my grandmother's death. -- Edit - 24 November 2017 -- ... Another scar was added today.
Twage this is really nice, I do not know how it feels to lose a grandparent yet but I have experienced other heart scarring moments. Hope everything is ok with the family, and I hope that you will also be ok.