AN ODE TO SCARS
Scars painted her arms,
In colours of bravery and courage.
Each left behind by,
A battle just as perilous as the one before.
She had more scars though.
But these were different.
These were not remnant memorabilia,
From valour and confidence.
No. These were the results of,
Loss and defeat. Depression and anger.
And they were hidden deep.
Deep within her heart.
But she walked strong.
Head held high and full of confidence.
Yes, her scars were her inhibitions,
But she was stronger, and she knew it.
DU LIEST GERADE
Bruised Melodies
Poetry"A place where jaded souls, Dance to bruised melodies, Is where you'll find me." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poems in this book can...
