Scars
Superhuman but slightly broken-
Her life had been nothing short of painful.
The evidence was there for all to see,
When she rolled up her sleeves.
Imprinted on her mind was the power of her past,
Something she would never be able to escape.
When you see the light at the end of the tunnel
You think you've made it and you are free,
Then you take a look at your wrists-
Where the scars are there to haunt you.
The past can make you stronger
And the future can bring the day,
Where everything will finally fall into place
And you won't have to run away...
Copyright © Matt Karpe | Year Posted 2010
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