How can we erase the scars of those twisted yesterdays?
When upon each other we inflicted such pain, much to our loss and less to our gain
How can we erase the scars of those twisted yesterdays?
Locked into the damage yoke of life embroiled in selfishness and rage,
Our lives become symbols of souls been caged and sometimes the casualty of many a strife
How can we erase the scars of those twisted yesterdays?
If only we could share in each other circumstances
Being able to look beyond the person, recognizing their purpose,
An important link to life ever-growing chain,
A part of me, and a part of you, our spirits melt, and our souls set free;
How can we erase the scars of those twisted yesterdays?
How can we, should we not?
I wrote this poem almost twenty years ago, and I hope over the years that this poem’s poignancy will become hallow with time. But, regrettably, it seems to echo with urgency the need to self-analyze with a deeper look and awareness of what we bring to the life of each other? We need each other to survive; this is more than a song; it’s a reality. As a poet, I hope to arouse a consciousness that starts the conversation, and maybe the answer lies somewhere in that exchange. What is your take on this? Marjorie Delores
