i hold the weight of my world
in my palm
my forehead
the one you placed three fingers upon today
i know you are afraid
it's okay
i understand
you tell me you have been scarred
i nod and smile,
for you have not seen my bandages
reams and rolls lie
in the corners of my thought
i sweep them away like dust
right into the trash
i heal quickly
when you held me
i could feel your heart
beat
as that of a baby bird
i went to move away
you did not let go
raising one hand
as i spoke
you swept away
a solitary dangling lock
from my face
and i knew
you need not speak
you said that i were beautiful
and that women like me were rare
and i believe you
i know you
and you realize this
and you see me
as a child
basking in my guile nature
we are of the same raiment
maybe one day
you will open wide
as a morning glory sunrise
and allow me
to exorcise
the woman
that left welts
upon your shine
© Susan Marie 2008
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