“Scarred” Poem of the Day (2023)


By Ashley O’Hare

Those scars on your arm-

I’ve seen them before.

You wore your heart

on your sleeve,

only to have it ripped off

and clawed apart.

I remember when it happened

to me.

Years later,

it feels as fresh as rain.

Nothing dares

to touch the pain.

With any luck

your body heals faster than mine

and the remedies work

in half the time.

I wouldn’t wish this prolonged ache

on anyone’s innocent mistake.

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