Faye Sizemore

UNSEEN SCARS

With a smile on my face
And a good word for all
I seem an ordinary person

But…
Unknown by most
I sit in the shadows
And amidst their silence
I embroider with skill
The sutures
Holding my wounds
Closed
Making them
More attractive

Seems to ease
The scaring
Crisscrossing
My soul…

Author’s Note: Contribution to the “Some Wounds Aren’t Seen” Series