Cicatrices

A Poem

Austin Mortel
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read
Illustration by Sean Qualls at https://www.seanqualls.com/paintings.html

Her teardrops run down,

And fall off her nose,

She cries in dark corners,

Where nobody goes,

You can follow the tracks,

From her eyes to her chin,

Years upon years,

Of letting them win,

And her eyes tell a story,

Of anger and pain,

You think that she’s happy,

But just look again.

And the scars of her past,

Hidden under her clothes,

Are a roadmap to places,

That nobody knows,

Her smile is now painted,

She’s a master of disguise,

And you can see it all,

Just look into her eyes.


She is clothed with strength and dignity; and laughs without fear of the future. -Proverbs 31:25

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A Collection of Poetry, Stories and Ideas. Header photo by Photo by Jack B on Unsplash. All stories, poems and series are written by Austin Mortel or otherwise noted. ©2018

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A Collection of Poetry, Stories and Ideas. Header photo by Photo by Jack B on Unsplash. All stories, poems and series are written by Austin Mortel or otherwise noted. ©2018

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