Unseen Scars
There they lie
Buried deep in my heart
Yet incessantly stirred
By each passing nudge
Each fleeting breath
A reminder of life
Yet unlived
Waiting for an embrace
Fresh yearnings sprout
As growing seedlings
Tender and innocent
Open to exploitation
Pains of yesterday
A refuge for today
A custodian of innocence
A teacher of all things
Yet unlearned
And unspoken.
F.Anna is a writer who also wears many other hats (educator, academic researcher, novelist, and poet). Read her official blog, snippets from her books and connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and Pinterest.
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