I walk on thinking I’ll find that thing I’m searching for <br />Hoping that I’ll find it there <br />As soon as I step out of the dark crowded tunnel I’m walking through <br />In that bright spot I’m heading to <br />With that one person I’m looking for. <br />But dark people get in the way <br />And demons come to visit and forever stay <br />Reminding me of the wounds they’ve caused me, <br />The old scars that will not heal <br />And the deep pain I can still feel. <br />. <br /> <br />I walk on thinking that no one will see me shiver <br />Hoping that the murky shadows will let me through <br />If only I hold my head up high long enough and mask my trembling smile, <br />Keep my knees from crumbling under me <br />And walk that extra mile. <br />But my voice wants to shake <br />And my laughter comes out fake <br />Reminding me, yet again, of my weakness and vulnerability, <br />Of old scars that will never heal <br />And the deep pain that I will forever feel.<br /><br />Ghada Shahbender<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-old-scars-and-deep-pain/
