Mom
My cloak is no match for your brown eyes
You see my everything, no way to deny
Everything bare and naked like bone
Your warmth overwhelms my cold eyes of stone
No place to hide or runaway
Your arms scoop me up and carry me away
The scars I so desperately mask
You see right through, never meant to last
From the freshly painted crimson tares
To the lines that are barely there
With the hands that match my own
You heal me with more love than I could have ever known
Copyright © Erin S | Year Posted 2012
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