Scars
Scars
~~~~~
One for each slap administered by the guardian
Of my twisted childhoods end
Another for needing compassion, love and warmth
A deeper one for my open arms and desire to embrace
It's hard to tell, is it a blessing or a curse
That no one cares or can truly see how badly I'm hurt
The scars are all inside; it’s a battle without end
A coppery taste of the latest is still fresh in my mouth,
I wonder if the wounds are all that’s left of me.
Copyright © Edward Ford | Year Posted 2010
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