Unseen Scars
 
With a smile on my face
And a good word for all
I seem an ordinary person
But...
Unknown by most
I sit in the shadows
And amidst their silence
I embroider with skill
The sutures
Holding my wounds
Closed
Making them
More attractive
Seems to ease
The scaring
Crisscrossing
My soul…
 
©June 5, 2010
Faye Sizemore
 
“In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.” - Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)


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