Scars
by Teka Lynn

If we are not as we once were
In other days, it is no crime--
For years have stripped us bare
Stolen our youth, given us
The hard-edged remnants of our one-time selves.
My hair is grey, your eyes retain the stare,
The myriad torments, scars, unholy tears
And screams that mar the dead-alive
In Azkaban. No wolf has gnawed you
To the vitals, but that of self-hate,
Self-doubt, recriminations,
Endless pleas for time to stop, turn back,
For all to be a dream of blissful pasts.
Our friends are dead or gone,
Or fled to traffic lies, consort for wicked gain.
The scars alone remain, on you, on him,
On me.

But scars show heart's healing.

Written by Teka Lynn
September 27, 2002 3 AM

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