Heart Scars 
 
Words fly like shards of glass,
shattered and sharp,
aimed with wild abandon
directly at the heart.

The heart begins to thicken
wrap itself inside a shell, 
to resist the bitter sting
it comes to know so well.

Hands may smooth the wrinkles
but will not remove the scars,
left there for a lifetime,
permanently marred.




 				march 2003

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