Scars – Mark Wayne – Author and Warrior

We are all broken but sometimes, oh yes sometimes, the broken pieces of you and me come together beautifully. ~Mark Wayne

This chapter seems innocuous at first as I mention wandering through my thirties and into my forties after Luka died.

Moving on, as life continued, but not really moving forward.

There is a vast difference in my opinion, as time moves on regardless of what actions we take or don’t take.

So much changed, in my mind, in my heart and in my daily life after Luka died.

I lived in fear for so long and it still rears it’s ugly head even now almost thirty years later. The unknown and that we really have no control. Couple that with the feelings of grief that are so much like fear, as C.S. Lewis says in the book A Grief Observed.

The feelings of grief, loss, and pain often force us to reevaluate everything, or at least most things, for us to move forward. To start again, I don’t think of it as starting over, just another book if you will. You don’t throw everything away that you had, you carry it into the next story and each succeeding chapter.

I walk through a world remembering a young girl from over thirty years ago. Does anyone else remember? And I hear a voice in my head that asks,

“Will you remember me when forever comes and goes?”

Death of a loved one takes all we had, each promise and hope of a future together. It shakes the foundations of your belief and so often we simply, walk away burying the pain, the grief, the regret and even the love. Why?

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

For it is in those moments that undoubtedly will continue to come, unceasingly as time moves forward, this is when we are free to choose the scars we will carry.

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Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

Each jagged line.
Each memory it marks.
Each time we remember.

Our past is gone,
forever we’re told.
We are left with tracks,
embedded deep within our souls.
Leaving behind what never comes back.

Each piece lost.
Each fading dream.
Each time we awake.

The future is bright,
with unwritten chapters.
A life forever He is sealing,
as our hearts cry in the dark.
On this journey we pray for healing.

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

Tag: Scars

Revisiting Chapter 13 – We Chose the Scars We Will Carry

We are all broken but sometimes, oh yes sometimes, the broken pieces of you and me come together beautifully. ~Mark Wayne

Moving on, as life continued, but not really moving forward.

“Will you remember me when forever comes and goes?”

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

Angry Scars

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

Each jagged line.
Each memory it marks.
Each time we remember.

Our past is gone,
forever we’re told.
We are left with tracks,
embedded deep within our souls.
Leaving behind what never comes back.

Each piece lost.
Each fading dream.
Each time we awake.

The future is bright,
with unwritten chapters.
A life forever He is sealing,
as our hearts cry in the dark.
On this journey we pray for healing.

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

Scars Across Our Hearts

We are all broken but sometimes, oh yes sometimes, the broken pieces of you and me come together beautifully. ~Mark Wayne

Moving on, as life continued, but not really moving forward.

“Will you remember me when forever comes and goes?”

Sometimes the scars are angry.Sometimes they scream.Sometimes the scars will bleed.Sometimes they whisper.Sometimes the scars…are just what we need.

Sometimes the scars are angry. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes the scars will bleed. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes the scars… are just what we need.

Each jagged line. Each memory it marks. Each time we remember.

Our past is gone, forever we’re told. We are left with tracks, embedded deep within our souls. Leaving behind what never comes back.

Each piece lost. Each fading dream. Each time we awake.

The future is bright, with unwritten chapters. A life forever He is sealing, as our hearts cry in the dark. On this journey we pray for healing.

Sometimes the scars are angry. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes the scars will bleed. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes the scars… are just what we need.

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.

Each jagged line.
Each memory it marks.
Each time we remember.

Our past is gone,
forever we’re told.
We are left with tracks,
embedded deep within our souls.
Leaving behind what never comes back.

Each piece lost.
Each fading dream.
Each time we awake.

The future is bright,
with unwritten chapters.
A life forever He is sealing,
as our hearts cry in the dark.
On this journey we pray for healing.

Sometimes the scars are angry.
Sometimes they scream.
Sometimes the scars will bleed.
Sometimes they whisper.
Sometimes the scars…
are just what we need.