My scars like to talk…

poem scars

My scars like to talk
Remind me of sin
Tell me I messed up
Time and again

Sometimes I listen
Believe every word
Their whispers become screams
I got what I deserved

I try to conceal them
To muffle their sound
Yet they continue to murmur
Wearing me down

My scars like to talk
Remind me of sin
But today, though they’re noted,
I won’t listen to them.

#poetry by Sarah Elle Emm

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