Sandra Brennan (08/07/65 / Omaha Nebraska)

My skin is intact
But there are scars you don't see
Scars on wounds still festering,
Scars still bleeding on a soul
Hurt and damaged to often.
I keep looking for something, someone
Who will mend these wounds,
Be my salve and salvation,
Soothe away the pain that goes deep within,
Bandage up my soul, like new,
And kiss it all better.
I don't know that this person exists,
The one with the power to heal
All the scars I carry inside me,
So for now I just lick my wounds,
And wait.