Scars of Redemption

With these scars
I roam free
Equipped with every emotion
That have become a part
Of the waking hours of this redemption

Proud, Very proud
Living molecularly strong
Embellishing the simplicity of right
Consoling the malignancy of wrong
Through the scar tissue asunder
Infecting moments of procrastinating deliriums
With the senses of a self assuring cause

And with these tears glooming
I embrace these scaling feelings
With the air of eccentric validity
Of knowing life believes in me

And into the rising elements
The love I cherish
Can see so clearly
The path to paradise
Where this soul is set at ease

Into these dreams I call
For every magical moment to come again
Epiphany’s golden wand
Curing these once dreary thoughts
As the light comes out
Shinning it’s ethereal paradise
Into the heart of my own self preservation

And with these reopened scars
I fill them up with love
Keeping each heart shaped stitch intact
So the world can see where I come from


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/26/11