To heal and scar this way is burdensome too far <br />to bear alone in peace – narrow blades of fortune <br />don’t condone mistakes or random chance of fate <br />as fair or foul, or foiled in avid cut and thrust of <br />bare but venomous miscegeny; matched finesse <br />of strength’s vitality compares as fearless dash <br />or wears a penchant’s frown, whereas duplicity <br />equates au pair with rampant perfidy <br /> <br />So scars are worn a rhapsody – and fate a score <br />of music writ with liberal flair for air or string; <br />voices sing with equal verve in praise of fantasy, <br />twinge a nerve, raise a brow, there’s ample space <br />for sure again within, places yet to be amazed – <br />you can abjure your penance and be free<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cicatrise/
