Scars
Still present
From when
My old self
Died
And I began
To hide
And stay away
Small scars
On my legs
From when
Writing
Couldn't keep
The pain at bay
But listen to me
As I say
They will not
reopen
More
Will not be added
As long as
They are caressed
By a hopeful
Metaphorical
Or physical
Kiss
So stay
Help me
Forget those
Awful days
I carved
My pain
Into
My legs
Show me
A safe way
To deflect
That sort of Pain
And like a bird
Beginning to fly
I will rise.
YOU ARE READING
Sing Me To Sleep
RandomA book of poems, thoughts of mine, song lyrics, and quotes most of the poems are written by me. Not many are happy. But a few are. I do hope you'll take time to read them.
