Scars
I stroke her beautiful blonde locks, and I pray a silent prayer, that God will keep her safe and show her how much she is loved and how much she is worth.
She drifts off to sleep with her head in my lap, her cheeks still wet from the tears, another bad day has come her way. She has dealt with it the only way she knows how.
I want to make other people see what they do to her with their words and their rumors. I want to scream at them all and make them understand. I want to make her life easy and take the pain away, but nothing seems to sooth her the way cutting does.
For each scar on her arms there is one on my heart to match. My hand drifts down her pale arm and my finger gently outlines the red raised hurts of her past.
Wishing and hoping that today will be the last time she cuts herself. If only I had been a better mother, maybe things would be different. If only I had paid more attention to her maybe things would be differnt. If only...
I sent another prayer to God to heal her heart and her arms.
by Kelli Kuykendall
A contest entry
- Diamond Eye's by Dark Prince Chaos.
660 points, ended May 5, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
First poem ever.. all constructive comments welcomed
Comments
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hmm
good poem indeed but its not your fault you tried.., but alas a good poem keep it up -
that was pretty momma
i remember reading this awhile back
good write
thanks for sharing
*tears*
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this poem was a sad and beautifull poem you did a great job and this was filled with the least emoshon's i rember felling truly a great write thank you for joining my contest
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this is so deep..a mothers cry for mercy for her child and mercy for what hse considers her wrongs against that child...very well written.
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