Scars That Can't Be Seen
A Wound may hide — beneath the Flesh —
No Surgeon’s hand can find —
It burrows in the quiet Mind —
And leaves the Nerve — behind.
No Mirror tells the fractured Shape —
The World still sees us Whole —
Yet Ghostly Fingers press the Heart —
And haunt the fragile Soul.
The Sun may smile — the Lilac bloom —
The Sparrow lift his Song —
But still — a Shadow walks with me —
Companion — all day long.
The Grave itself — may grant release —
Or Heaven’s sweeter Air —
But Scars — not written on the Skin —
Are borne — Forever — There.
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