Hidden Bruises - Poem by Evelyn Casey
And as you slept the chug chug of the train
ran through your dreams
I loved the uncertainty in your closed eyes,
the trap doors to all those tears that you have never shed,
and the loneliness in your quiet breath.
Your white skin, now full of hidden bruises,
and scars of your long gone past
that will never really be long gone,
start to heal, knowing that I am here
to keep you safe.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about Hidden Bruises by Evelyn Casey
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.