Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Better Scars Than Wounds

So many folk get wounded, and suffer along the way,
Be it via things others do, be it via things others say.
And often these wounds are deep, and extremely slow to heal,
Wounds that can drain ones life-force, and years of happiness steal.

For some these wounds prove fatal, having hemorrhaged inside,
And instead of simply scars, it’s a case of suicide.
Not that I’m defending such, for suicide’s not the way,
And leaves behind even more wounds, at the end of the day.

Yes, too many lives are shortened by this wrong choice folk make,
The result of letting resentment and pain overtake.
Often people won’t forgive, which prevents their wound healing,
For the bleeding just keeps oozing, rather than congealing.

Therefore, better scars than wounds, for though ugly, scars don’t bleed,
No, they’re simply scars, that ones happiness cease to impede,
For with the right attitude, a brighter life one can lead,
No longer a prisoner of those who wound — in control, freed!

Having said that though, wounds can be self-inflicted, sadly,
The result of wrong choices, of going astray, willfully.
Hence why wisdom is required, and why we should do what’s right,
Otherwise — just misery — our life or others will blight.

Yes, this world’s so full of wounded folk; weeping wounds, healed wounds [scars],
Those who’ve moved on, (wiser, richer), those still trapped behind bars,
Those who have let their wounds heal, those who, sadly, their wounds nurse,
Yes, those who’ve made a decision for better or for worse.

Every wound takes time to heal, but heal it will, given time,
If away from pits of bitterness and self-pity we climb.
But better still, let’s make good choices, and spare ourselves pain,
And never wound another, letting love and fairness reign.

By Lance Landall

Whatever The Case May Be

Every child who asks his parents, “Was I wanted?” wants to hear, “Of course you were!” and understandably,
As such is only natural, and that desire to be wanted remains deep within everybody.
Perhaps unconsciously for some, and possibly awakened by circumstances, but nevertheless,
Something that lies under the surface, or is buried and hidden — some rather reluctant to confess.

But here, we’re really talking about that child and parent thing, and that searching “Do you truly love me?” question,
Which in all fairness, (it can be argued), regardless of the answer, requires an honest admission.
And that answer could well be, “Not initially,” or, “You weren’t planned — but still wanted and loved? Most certainly!”
For children can oft just happen, sort of thing, be had for the wrong reasons, or plain unthinkingly…


Too many give little thought to the consequences of having children, acting irresponsibly;
Some children being the product of one night stands, or as good as — and thus hardly received with joy, sadly.
And why some don’t know who their dad is, they not just unloved, but abandoned — hence why I must convey
That if you’ve parents who love and care for you, don’t fret if “Not initially” or “Unplanned” they say.

It’s far better to dwell on blessings, face reality, and move on, not adding insult to injury,
Bearing in mind that our birth’s a miracle, and that some things are best left dead and buried in history.
Our life’s but a fleeting thing, and acceptance and contentment oft more important than answers, for we
Despite being an accident, mistake, or unwise decision, have been gifted life — privileged entry.

Therefore, let’s make the most of  it, thus looking ahead and not behind, and whatever the case may be.

By Lance Landall