scars

the scars speak of a silence that words could not interpret

the blade cut straight through to the anger that the world could not hold

the cries were not for love, yet safety

she wouldn't stand abandonment once more

the hope is that the sadness will soon fade

unlike the scars, anger can disappate

unlike anger, hope can heal wounds

there's a boldness in speaking of tradgedy

in the thought that one soul might be spared of such injuries

you weren't there that night - no one was

but she made it through - somehow

hope is alive to her now - rescue happened

today she smiles, through the pain

knowing that the scars might fade

knowing she's not alone