Unmarked bruises

We all have bruises and hurts

Some cut in deeper than the rest

Scarring us forever

A gash, a scar, a bleeding scrape

Evoke immediate sympathy

And while they hurt, in the now

They fade away, pretty often

But other scars leave no signs

On our bodies, and yet

Hurt and gnaw at our soul

With unmarked bruises, painful forever

poem by Anita Atina
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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