As you touch your scars
The pain of the wound returns
With the rough texture
In response to Reena’ Exploration Challenge: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/03/28/reenas-exploration-challenge-80/
As you touch your scars
The pain of the wound returns
With the rough texture
In response to Reena’ Exploration Challenge: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/03/28/reenas-exploration-challenge-80/
“It took twenty-eight long years of struggle to reach eminence.” My father’s story was interrupted, “Granpa, are you Eminem?” “No, darling, the word is eminence. It means reaching a certain height where you tower over others – metaphorically.” “Two difficult words – what is metaphorically?” “Like, you are the magic which transformed my life, when … Continue reading Teaching
Mental Scars .................... by Teresa
It is rightly said that behind every scar there is a story of survival.
My story took place many years ago, during the invasion of the dark king.
Led by our Prince, we were fighting for our survival in a battle that defined ages.
Our Prince’s eminence in warfare was unquestionable on the battlefield, as he skewered numerous dark minions in front of my eyes.
In the heat of battle I saw one minion slip behind the Prince, ready to end his life, when I jumped in between.
My sacrifice won my kingdom’s freedom and won me this scar…
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Prompt:
Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says:

The Illustrated Woman
There is a novel by Ray Bradbury called, “The Illustrated Man,” about a man who is covered in tattooes. Each tattoo represents a story in his life. They made a movie based on the novel, where Rod Steiger was the well-muscled story carrier. I saw the movie as a child and was quite intimidated by Steiger’s presence, and not just his physical presence. It was almost as if he himself was a story…
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Life is a gift --------by Helene Vaillant
Ouch --------by Eugenia
First in this week — Mother … by Susi Bocks
finally tasting
what it means to be proud
of myself
it took too many years
for me to be free
from the contempt
the shame
your shame
forced on me
always making me feel smaller
than you were
knocking me down
me losing my identity
giving up my right to believe in myself
what a horrible mother you were
damn you
treading water
for years
wasted years
of frustration and tears
pushing hard
to break barriers
and maintain
sure would have been easier
knowing my value
you were supposed to be on my side
damn you
did it without you
lived an honorable, scarred life
healed all the wounds
inside and out
ups and downs
gains with each effort
failure was not
an option
because
you weren’t ever my safety net
damn you
me
now
so much better than what was
my time has…
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I know not what shadows remain I step into a new era -not necessarily better https://only100words.xyz/2019/03/28/three-line-tales-week-165/

“I’ll take you to the place,” she promised.
“The place where you came from?” the boy pressed. “Your before home?”
“If it is still there,” she nodded, her eyes clouding over with something between wistfulness and worry.
She watched his eyelids flutter as he curled onto his side and into sleep. There was much to do and little time for it, and still she couldn’t bring herself to rise from his cot. It wasn’t how she thought it would be. It felt too soon. He didn’t know a thing.
Not that she really had a choice, anyhow.
The place. She wasn’t sure exactly what would happen when they got there, or what it would mean to her or to the boy she was entrusted to protect. What would her protection of him entail now that she’d been discovered?
She gazed at the child. He was hers…
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