All my different scars show you where I was broken
And then glued back together again.
I’m like a painting,
All the colors and textures up close look a mess and unfixed
But standing back they show you something beautiful and wonderful.
I’m like a tree,
Standing tall and strong against the wind and the rain
Giving shelter to those that need it from the hazardous conditions of life.
I’m like the river,
Flowing freely and full of breath
Never tied down, but always on my heart's true path.
I am one with myself,
I am beautiful,
I am strong,
And I am free.
I am LOVING your use of metaphors- especially in the first three stanzas. The comparison of yourself to a puzzle, painting and tree are wonderfully done- both emotionally and visually stimulating.
If I have any constructive criticism it would be regarding the use of the word ‘life’ three times in the 3rd and 4th stanza. It felt a little forced to me. I found myself wishing you had opened up your vocabulary a bit and used something a tad more creative.
Otherwise, this poem is solid- a great read- one that I very much enjoyed! I hope this is helpful. Thank you and have a happy new year!