Knife

Knife
When I look at my back in the mirror,
It's not just the ink I see,
The stab wounds where there used to be friends have incurred,
As scar tissue has built up where flesh used to be.

Copyright 2-12-2011 Stacy Perry

Reviews

[D S Rollins]

Oh how short and beautiful this is..

[Coyote Poetry]

Those old scars are our reminders. I have a few myself. I roam with too many wild and crazy folks in my time. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Ruth]

Life is a learning process ey? Hugs love, this is an emotional rollercoaster! xx

[Dr. S. D. Blankenship D..]

This is interesting. Short and sweet.

~S. D. Blankenship