invisible wounds
lasered into the core
of the human soul
injuries so painful
they must be
to avert death’s sullen
smirk of reproach
of  paralyzing
a life
hapless playground words
echo loudly
into conscious moments
of today

This poem is dedicated to my friend Lisa (

18 thoughts on “scars…

  1. Gosh, it’s sad how the emotional injuries we suffer as children, not only stay with us into adulthood, but, in fact, shrink the lives we live today–narrow it–paralyze it, as you say. Great poem!

  2. wondering if this is also on abuse…there are scars you have to deny, otherwise you die of them…until the right moment comes to get some healing…always stunned at the depth of your write in such few words..this is powerful charles

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