Scar

A poem of the soul

Scar

Gazing at the world through a severed heart and an absent soul.

She pushes her hair behind her ears and holds her head up high.

Through the black she does not cage her eyes for she holds them free that she can see her greatest fears.

Afraid she does not run, from the fear that cannot hurt but only haunt.

Tho her soul is naked and her heart is broken.

She pushes her hair behind her ears.

Scar walks through the black and does not cage her eyes.

She is broken but not weak.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Scarz! :)
She seems to have had a rough time. I hope the strength works for her.