Inner thoughts unspoken,
tears are the token,
given in haste,
are words with no meaning,
scars, bright red,
tender to the touch,
sometimes it seems to be,
to much.
For body, soul, and mind ,
are of but one kind,
the body is broken,
tormented is the mind,
bent is the soul,
for the words were unkind.
I am of my mother's body,
not her beauty,but her soul,
the words that are unspoken,
can never,
be told.
