Scarred Soul
She sits still...
Can you feel the stares?
Her eyes cry tears-
They are the window to her soul.
Inside she is hurting...
The years have been unkind.
She has not come to open arms-But to fear and closed minds.
Fear that grips her every being...
And keeps her from herself.
Spiraling down, she's out of control.
Will she ever stop?
She feels the stains upon her.
They are heavy and won't wipe away.
Holding her down and keeping her alone...
These stains have scarred her soul.
Copyright © Jessica Kneedler | Year Posted 2007
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