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To Write Love On Her Arms

by Melissa Arel

Silver blades slice open the skin and the soul
They carve out painful secrets for all the world to see
[To remember] In flesh and permanent scars
Hidden beneath a cover of cotton
The manifestation of misery deepens with every cut

I want to hold my hand to the open wound
To be the cure and the healing -
To write love on her arms instead of death
And to offer faith instead of hopelessness.


04/28/2008

Author's Note: the poem seems almost incomplete. what do you think? www.twloha.com

Posted on 04/29/2008
Copyright © 2020 Melissa Arel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 04/29/08 at 10:00 AM

No. Its really quite perfect. ~N

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/29/08 at 12:17 PM

Leave it as it is, Mel...it is deep and powerful as it stands...and it doesn't surprise it came from your heart and pen

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/01/14 at 12:11 PM

the images are quite gripping and intriguing and hopeful.

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