scar tissue

she weeps...

silent streaks

that whisper the pain

present

in her yesterday.

bound

by the disappointments 

of loves lost,

she pleads for understanding

which never comes.

only the wretched stains, 

caused by selfish suitors

who drain

the smiles and hopes

from a soul so gentle,fragile

and rare

are her reward.

sitting with a box

made of gold,

memories in tow,

she wonders

if it should ever be opened

again.

for in this fortress,

the remains 

of a tattered heart

speak in pangs

of contentment

that were merely an illusion

in bloom.

the very thought...

years tucked neatly away

which only mattered

in the scheme 

put forth by faded

commitment.

yet that fragment

seems a distant prayer,

as her mind seeks refuge

from emotional abandonment,

induced

by those in whom

she once put trust.

lifting her face and hands

to the heavens,

weary from trials,

she yearns

to be 

seen.