Scars

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

They are hidden deep inside, and can only be felt by my heart. The only hint of them is in my eyes—glimmers of painful memories, decades-old hurts that never eased—and it can sometimes be seen in an unguarded moment.

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

Echoes of cruel words linger in my ears. The power they wield to inflict pain is never ending. The venomous tongue that spewed their poison was silenced long ago… and yet, I still hear them.

You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

My treacherous mind recalls the moment each scar was born. My dreams are invaded by the darkness, and I am forced to relive it all, again and again. Sometimes, it’s a replay of events. Others, an invention of a moment that could have happened. I awaken trembling in fear and filled with dread.

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

My heart is criss-crossed by lashes that cut so deep, they never fully healed and still bleed. Desperate to protect those wounds and ward off new ones, I tenderly encased its softness in a protective shell, and forced myself to believe it would keep my fragile heart safe from harm. But it didn’t work, and new wounds were formed.

You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

Sticks and stones

May break my bones…

But your words have

Scarred my soul.

Scars

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