It was secretly cherished
The song I read written in words
On scar tissue
A life spent in silence
Holding hands that only left
Scars and constant echo
Once on papyrus, then
Deep into tree pulp
What dropped as tears, stayed dry
And I wiped unfallen tears
With the same scar tissue
Upon which I secretly wrote
A name
A place
A time
June 3, 2018
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2018
Secret scars are tissues bridging hope and pain. Beautiful and fragile words. Thank you my friend.
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