Jay Anderson-Taylor Poet Lay

Bruised

Blisters that burn and cuts that never seem to heal…beaten but not bruised, I hide my behind 

a simple smile and grin. No mommy, I did not know. Beat but not bruised, I carried the 

weight of a champion wrestler…and the scars of a fighter that refused to lose. No mommy, I 

didn’t do it. Beat but not bruised, like a fireman in a burning building trapped between floors…

I wait patiently for someone to rescue me from my burning room. No mommy, they don’t 

know. Beat but not bruised…As they laid her to rest some twenty years later, the scars had 

healed…but my mind was forever bruised.

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Adeleke Adeite June 3, 2010 at 5:55 AM Hey! Congrats on having you wonderful poem making it through the first round, keep your pens flowing with passion. Wishing you all the best in the finals You are such a great writer… love Leke

Joanna Smith February 25, 2010 at 1:01 PM this is a truely sad poem and i definitly know from experience that those bruises will hurt for a lifetime. this was a great way to put it into words though. Jo

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 31, 2010 at 10:21 AM Sadly, this happens all too often. At least in these last few decades, there have been social service to help children in need... But the bruises, like you said, never leave. God be with you. Dane Ann

Carol Sunshine Brown January 2, 2010 at 2:44 PM Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today Jay. Please continue to write and share with us at PoetrySoup the whole year through. Love, Carol

Laura Mckenzie January 1, 2010 at 5:34 PM Jay~Wow very sad and dramatic story very well done! I really enjoyed this truthful write. Laura :)