Natural light shines in, lending a soft warm hue

The walls, a climate of cool, pale blue

A reflection, tarnished and flawed

Naked and exposed, there is no fraud

Bruises are many, scars are more

Healed, faded, mending but ever sore

A friend of years, a lapse in thought

All was lost, for a moment of naught

A misguided trust, a lover untrue

So many said, but who really knew

Meant to protect, only a small lie it seemed

But it was said, and dishonest it was deemed

Words are a weapon, deadly they can be

Painful they are, just stop to think and see

The marks do show, a great sadness known

Deep and cutting, they’ve sliced to the bone

One to the other, a shadow to a light

Each must be known, to gain your insight

Love, warmth, and comfort, great joys of the heart

An art of tender touches, whispered words to impart

Open and honest, scars can be seen

They are who I am, and they say what I mean