Scars Poem by Alyssa Rieper

This one from her dad, when he left the world
Just at the thought her fingers curl

This one from her mom, for hitting her hard
That last time was the last card

This one from Karl, for betraying the word “love”
He treated her feelings with the evil most shove

This one from Andrew, when he changed his mind
With smoking and drugs, never again to be kind

This one from Dusty, for lies that he told
His thoughts self centered, his heart so cold

These are her fingers, she looks down from the stars
Tracing and remembering, every one of her scars