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Scars
No
concealer could hide
the
scars inside.
No hand
raised in anger
would
ever best those verbal beatings,
word-wounds,
alcoholic accolades.
Nary an
asylum from mincing razor repartee,
nor any
refuge from box-cutter rebukes;
only a
perpetual hiding
for
which there is
no
make-up.
for Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge - Day 5:
Oh my gosh. Powerful stuff, this, and brilliantly penned. WOW.
ReplyDeleteSo good to see you back out-n-about, my friend!
Thanks, Marie! I SO appreciate your stopping by to read & comment. Having a hard time getting back into a writing routine, but it's nice to be missed :-]
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