Writer's Workshop: Scarred

She raises her arms to the setting sun,
Noticing once again the mark.
She never thought that it would be so bad,
Her constant reminder of the dark.

That time her heart could take no more
That time her head had said enough
To stop the pain, she knew inside
She had to force the knife so rough.

Without due course or circumstance,
This scar would be in vain.
But due to a bleeding heart so raw,
This girl has no more pain.

Mama's Losin' It

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