August 2010
painting a picture, carving out the ugliness that lies within
the scars are old, the words are fresh
she stares into the mirror, a mess
and wonders at the empty eyes
that gaze back into her and cry
Her fist meets her reflection, shattered glass
picks up a pen, pulls of the cap
and traces ink along the flesh she marred when she was seventeen
she hopes the storms will pass in time
that she'll survive and walk out clean
she writes the words above her scars, trying to make herself believe
no matter how she may deserve it, her first love will never leave
moments turn to hours and she's covered head to toe in black
with words of wisdom, words of truth, promises He won't take back
the pain subsides, her breathing slows
fear shrinks away, inside peace grows
at last she rests her head, her eyes
and sings herself a lullaby.
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