3 scars, now healed, mark my mended heart

(Space, Time & Reflections)

Crystals grown on Canvas / Mixed Media
10cm x 10cm
2024

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Three scars once marked the path I tread,
Each one a story, each one bled.
The first scar (Space),
A deeper hue,
Of visions dark and bruises blue.
I let it grow, I let it bloom,
A crystal garden born of gloom.

The second scar (Time),
A scar of gold and light,
It healed me slowly, stitch by night.
A pain that burned like acids flow,
The peace that shattered, It took its toll.
On canvas rough, I laid it bare,
An art of sorrow, raw but fair.

The third scar (Reflections)
Cut though none could see,
It split my heart invisibly.
A tear within that bled in dreams,
A silent wound that tore through seams.
I thought it endless, cold and deep,
Then suddenly the gash appeared like a creep.

But time, it touched each broken part,
And wove a healing through my heart.
The golden scar now shines with grace,
These dark crystals found their place.
The marks remain, but now they mend,
And help this fractured soul transcend.

So here I stand, no longer torn,
A heart once bruised, now healed and worn.
Each scar a tale of what has been,
In tones of purple, blue and green.
For in these scars, I find my art,
Three wounds now healed, mend my broken heart.