Stirrings of the darkest heart
Can still be slightly illuminated
Even if the wounds are open gashes
Still bleeding through the cracks
Where it was torn apart
Stranger still, the wounds are invisible to the eye
Bullies tongue lashing, has that effect
Sensitives take to heart
All that was horrendously shared
Absorbing the words
Like a metal of honour
Withering inside
Not knowing how to let the comments
Slide
Every glib word, every snide remark
Leaving an indelible scar
A visual bruise
Tattooed mark
That travels far deeper
Than the superficial of the epidermal stamp
Like an arrow that hits the bull's eye
Straight dab in the centre
Deeper still
That ethereal scar of the soul
They say it's a karmic knot
I don't care
What they say
The scar has left a mark
One's not forgot
~Divine