scar
To let go of you
and your memories is daunting,
a chasm that’s hard to leap.
So instead of healing the scars you left,
she allows them to fester deep.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoésieWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
scar
scar
To let go of you
and your memories is daunting,
a chasm that’s hard to leap.
So instead of healing the scars you left,
she allows them to fester deep.
