ugly scars,






~Mignon McLaughlin


The grotesque face permanently disfigured

with a frown, the gnarled lip always contorted

into a snarl, the fist that is so clenched that

wounds never heal to become  scars,

they are the plight of the ones who hate.

Love is no pain, only a smile, a twinkle in the eye,

an open hand ready to help, the gentle reminders

of loves come and gone, a love that is now and forever

a gentle impression on ones heart.

Love is being covered with invisible scars.

Love is helping someone love themselves.


ME and the Boss







About Michael_e

Retired in Florida, God's waiting room... Writing to maintain a sense of purpose. Click on picture to link to As A drunk Sees It. View all posts by Michael_e

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