Scars are deep…those inflicted and never dressed..those wounds remain open..and reminds us of that pain..that severe harsh insult..or that slap..that make legs weak..those are the hidden scars..we dread..and want to hide…because no one listens to the wailing cry..those tears that couldn’t drop..with fear ..trembling lips..that tried to remain pressed to suppress the loudness…you can not see..those scars..that haunt from depth ..from heart..when someone loves or is kind..tears just drop…as if..you are set free.
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My scars still hurt.
I can only imagine how I too may have
Scarred others so deeply.
Because of my conscience; therefore,
I am scarred again by my own fear and shame.
How guilt can scar
How deep..how far..