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Scars that never heal

You will not see the scars that never heal.

The dark red spots, a face, sad, hot

with scars that never heal.

You might smile as she says goodbye,

the pain’s too much, the chance has gone

to stop adolescence, that quiet weak girl with geeky glasses,

Did you know what you did or didn’t do?

I see paths un-travelled, un-ventured continents

I missed while you were on the outback or abroad,

living it up.

I was on the scrap heap, no job until

the pattern repeats again and again.

Ever so often a renaissance comes, but when the bully creeps in…

Blessed are the meek, the good are slain,

undervalued, misread, woefully misled,

until the day you see the scars that one day will be healed.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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