Raise your hands, not for them
As an expression, a symbol
A reminder of who you are
Just for yourself
Stand tall, lean
A testament, a monument
To everything that you once stood for
And can stand for again
If you just believe
In yourself, you
That fragile lump of far too
Human flesh
You’re not that bad
Not all that great either
You’re human
You make mistakes
We all do sometimes
Supposedly, apparently
Allegedly, unintentionally
Just you wear yours a little
Too well
Not as armour, not as scars
More like tattoos
Well chosen and you
Paid the heavy price
Willingly, a little too eagerly
Or so it seemed at first
So raise your hands
Above your head
And come along quietly
One foot in front of the other
Follow the painted line
Well written,well done.
Nice. Well done.
Nice poem! I like the image of one wearing mistakes like tattoos rather than bearing them as scars.
“Like” Made me feel pretty good and think about the me that is now and the me I am going to be…(-:
REALLY liked this:
“Just you wear yours a little
Too well
Not as armour, not as scars
More like tattoos”