Where the Scars Don’t Show

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Red screams fill my blue skies,

Anguish overflows these tortured eyes.

In my world of truth

There’s a river of hurt left by you.

 

Cut me, and I bleed down to the bone,

Stitched-up heart with broken-glass hope.

Leave me here upon that desolate shore,

To live, to love, nevermore.

 

Let the ravens come now and pick me dry,

No more living in a world built on your lies.

Beyond love’s desire-colored veil,

Beyond your reach, there I will dwell.

 

*I always say that words have power…and some words are meant to cut deep. I’ve found that, once the invisible “blood” has dried, there’s an emptiness, a hollowness, a numbness that descends upon you. Whether it’s a respite for healing or simply limbo until the next verbal offense comes, I don’t yet know. But that’s where you can find me tonight.

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7 comments on “Where the Scars Don’t Show

  1. bobcabkings says:

    A state of hurt so effectively evoked – thank you, Jessica.

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  2. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    Jessica Scott gives a poem of a special sort of pain.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Somehow you must protect yourself from the next onslaught of verbal abuse. Do not heal your wounds, then wait. Get off the roller coaster. Verbal abuse cuts deep. I know. My mother could be vicious.

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  4. Awesome poem, I must add. You evoked the feelings well.

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