Holding arms out

 examining scars

years worth

some not visible

to the human eye

forever times of unhappiness

 sitting in the dark

night after night

questioning our own existence

from birth to parentage to lovers to loss

battling inner demons

caused by pain

more questions than answers

more confusion







loss of trust

Almost given up at some points

searching inner peace

no-one to help

no-one understands

people make assumptions

no-one questions

it’s always about them

what about us

do you even see us


They’re to busy looking at themselves

admiring their handy work


wondering why we do the things we do

looking for excuses

trying to apologize

never meant to harm

do we even know what love is

love is not attention

in constant form

it’s not a potion to make you numb

it’s not another recreational drug

it’s not a ton of compliments

coming from all forms

it is however promises kept

a gentle whisper

a soft hand run down your arm

a gentle and loving glance

with no words spoken

a warm embrace for no reason

some really have a lot to learn

scars are real and internally burn

don’t be the blade that puts them there

you’ve been shown lessons

Become more aware.


Protected By the Crimson Vaults 2014
Protected By the Crimson Vaults 2014

Thank you for Visiting with love JillyG

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