Rebecca Maiese

I have scars on me, from my head to toe so vile to behold
No man could stand to lovingly hold me as his passion burns for release
Not for the disfiguring nature of my scars or the pain it bares to feel embraced
When I am looked upon and others see me beauty and grace in my vessel that holds
My scars and burdens are from the inside then come out of me as shame disgrace of measures untold
Still unknown fears haunt me then and now
If man will love me or if he finds me alluring frightens me into a corner
Not alive in the present but the past so a touch, a look, an embrace brings me trouble instead of grace
When I try to explain my broken heart
No man can handle it and hold it ever so tenderly so not to break