Scars

Photo by Olenka Kotyk on Unsplash

They cut her deep
She was so young and naive
She couldn’t restrain
Mothers danced and made merry
This would make her strong on this journey
At least they thought…

Years went by, the scars remain
Her seams begin to crack,
Nothing to hold on to
She’s been held hostage by a ritual
She’s been bruised and broken
by this psychologically tainted philosophy

Every night is a reminder
Of this never-ending horror.
The gentleness of his touch
And tenderness of his caress
Brings back ugly memories…