Scars
Scars.
Raking across my skin
Burns like tar
Punishment for sins
I did not commit
Can barely see
It’s dimly lit
Longing to be free
Ripping from my artificial chains
Running from my past
Wishing for a thousand paper cranes
But the die have already been cast
Want the pain to stop
Pray for the ghost to quit its haunt
To disappear like the black ops
Its presence is daunting
Nails scratching down my bare back
Knives silvery tongues slithering across my open sores
Recollections making me slowly crack
Recalling blows crashing like ocean’s shores
Invisible to the mirror
Clear in mind
Can’t forget the terror
Everyone’s so blind
Don’t know what they possess
Until it’s gone
People won’t obsess
Don’t appreciate every dawn
Want the scars to go away
Yet I feel the footprints of my tears
I know they’re here to stay
The parasite of my closeted fears
They are a physical reminder of what I went through
A reminder I wish in my most morbid thoughts was true
So that people could finally see …
The real me.
Copyright ©2010 Ashley Sanchez
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