Dark
by Erin Hanson, The Poetic Underground (2014)
"Her story's written on her skin, an artwork of her pain. She tells herself the art's complete, but keeps adding lines again.She locks herself up in her room, the blade her only friend waiting for the day to come when her scars would start to mend.
The world around her doesn't care. All the people carry on, not noticing she isn't there; that her will for life is gone.
But there comes a single shining light that marks the tunnels end. This light is made of people; of her family and friends. They pull her from the hole she's in, and provide much needed hope, give her joy in life again, and teach her how to cope.
Although her scars are yet to fade, she knows until they do, she'll keep them as a reminder of the times she's made it through."
Poetry Source:
©Erin Hanson, If You Cannot Be the Poet at thepoeticunderground.com
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