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Author: AuthorNinjaEarth
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-25-05 - Updated: 09-25-05 - id:2014267

Surface Smiles, Deeper Wounds

AuthorNinjaearth

9-21-2005

The surface of our skin is sensitive;

it shudders at the feel of the artic cold,

those blistering winds of the breathe of Earth's freezer

It tingles at the feel of hellish flames,

those pyroic flangies never ceasing their burning touch

Unfortunately, the surface also disguises the deeper truth;

that constant "awareness" that never changes around us

For while the surface smiles, there are yet deeper wounds within

Inside, our skin covers the hurt and shame that plagues us

Inside, our skin has tunnels of vessels and arteries that contain life's fluid

Inside, our skin brings out our true beauty from also our heart

Inside, our skin brings out the true reality of ourselves, as others see us

But...the skin disguises the deep wounds that lie within...the surface

Though the surface smiles, there are yet deeper wounds within

On the outside, it's all about fame and fortune

On the outside, it's all about getting all you ever wanted

On the outside, it's all about being free and having liberty

On the outside, it's all just to help you...until you get able

On the outside, the deeper wounds won't be felt...

Until on the outside...reality penetrates the skin to truth!!

Those deep wounds...caused by the masking pain inflicted by others

Those deep wounds...inflicted over time and a times' time

Those deep wounds...bring out the reality that it wasn't all there!!

Those deep wounds...buried so far beneath that we pretend it's not there!!

Those deep wounds...eventually, healing, the only truth of recovery

Well...those deep wounds...also reveal truth!!

The truth is...it was never about me

The truth is...it was never about helping me

The truth is...it was never about liberty

The truth is...it was just another plan...not meant for you...

The truth is...it's just about one person:

A man's whose fist is iron may one day face dust instead of rust!!

A man's whose fist is clay may one day face trust instead fuss!!

In the inside...it's always different

Never look on the surface...only look, within...because...

The surface smiles, but yet there are deeper wounds within...

Wounds, that not even man's best healing can cure...

Forgiveness in Jesus...the only way!!

Forgive me Lord, for I finally see!!

Deeper smiles, surface wounds...

Nope...doesn't hurt one bit...

One thing, though...

There seems to be always be

the constant pain, not from me

but from you...

the blood of life from your vains, shall forever flow...!!



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