I carry your scars
decorating
my heart and my skin
and anyone who has ever been
like me
can see it clearly
see it from miles away
It is like a flag I wave
and it screams of ache and rage and sin
and shows the world
just what I am
just what I am
Friday, October 20, 2006
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4 comments:
Wonderful mix of imagery & emotion here, Sara that truly defines this poem.
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Very powerful. The energy flies off the page.
Hi Jason Evans,
thanks for stopping by. I am glad you took the time to leave a comment. It is lovely to know you enjoyed my poem.
Susan,
you are so sweet for always remembering me and my work in your busy day.
Your friend,
Sara
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