She sees the horror in her eyes
upon a mirrors glance.
She locks her mind down
as if she's in a trance.
What could freeze her
on this date?
What has put her,
in this state?
She can't cover
a soul, ripped at the seams.
She can't indulge
her self esteem.
Makeup can't hide
the scars in her mind.
Long sleeves can't make
her walk move to the grind.
Sunglasses can't cover
the tears and heart entwined.
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a soul, ripped at the seams"
Once the wounds and scars of physical abuse disappear you still have the scars to your soul to deal with. Nicely done.
Why are there so many good poets that have to be confined to the internet?
the scars in her mind.
I think many of us feel this way - very well-written, Ashley...you really know yourself. Salud