The bruises
On my battered heart
Will eventually heal.
The wounds
On my injured ego
Will invariably close.
But the ache that
Comes from my soul
Will always linger.
The intentions
Behind the hurt
Will stay in my mind.
The purpose of pain
Is still on my skin,
Like tattoos of torment.
what a realistic approach..this is what I really like in your poetry that what you feel you write and here you generalized well and i agree with the idea that scars fade can fade with pasage of time but the pain never ends as the best memories... and sure your comments and your poem you did for me and good concern will go side by side with me in lfie... this poem is one of the proaf that you care for the quality and nevr forget good things and good friends too..well done sweet tiny litle sweet poetess....hmmm