Promise

Sshhh. I know.
I know you are
Battered, your soul
is bruised. I know.
It doesn’t matter.
Every mark, every
Scar, is important.
You should not be
Perfection.
You are beautifully
Imperfect.
All your old wounds
tell me a silent tale.
A tale, I love to taste,
to hear, to feel.
Sshhh. It’s alright love.
Just let me read you,
I'll whisper your tale
and keep it safe.
I promise.

Reviews

[Cynthia]

A Very strong write! I love the gentle of your poem, it seems like whispering in my ears... so gentle and low... a very strong write...

[KAREN]

Excellent write! Very strong write!
All your old wounds
tell me a silent tale.
to hear, to feel.
Sshhh. It's alright love.
Just let me read you,
I'll whisper your tale
and keep it safe.
I promise.
Great lines to a great poem!

[David Benson]

I like the work, though I am always leery about bringing in the word "soul" to a poem when it refers to the human soul. I'm not sure that you could actually bruise a soul, intangible as it is.

I do like the rest of the work!