Trace The Scar

Touch my arm and trace the scar,
I will tell it's tale,
I'll tell you how it came to be,
I'll lift the dainty veil.

Into my mind, I'll let you step,
Back to when it bled,
The knife fell from my shaking hand,
The thought ran through my head.

I was alone and frightened,
I had no one left who cared,
So quietly, I cut my arm,
And said a silent prayer.

Parts of my past ran through my mind,
Abuse and sex and lies,
I knew my God had left me,
I closed my teary eyes.

In the morning, I awoke,
Remembering the night,
And I carried on about my day,
As though I were alright.