“The Hands Enveloped in Scars” – Poem

What have I done

Upon a time, when I looked up

To see what tears I have shed, upon my own eyes,

From my own sun?

My own light

Has wept a current, a trail for me to follow

With steps that cross,

Though, are not so elegant

As she,

The woman,

With burdens I have created

With these terrible hands, that show so many scars.

Nothing is whole

On my own.

Nothing has a place, in my mind

Without love.

Her anguish, and her sorrows,

Her tears, burned into tomorrows.

Each has been caused by the me I do not like

Of myself.

When did I go wrong?

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