Colors

Some wounds lie beneath
the surface, gasping for air,
but finding no respite. Each
touch invites salt-inflicted
agony. If they can’t be seen,
it doesn’t mean stories lack
sad beginnings, middles,
or endings. Life isn’t always
Hallmark. The whole truth
isn’t visible to the naked
eye. Hard times come in
different shapes and sizes;
they have no boundaries.
And reactions that follow
come in various colors.

What color are you?

Lauren Scott © 2018

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Lineation

You’ve drawn the line
and I can feel reality as

barbed wire pierces my
heart and blood stains
my outlook on us. It would
have 
been nice to see
more 
deeply into each
other’s 
worlds. I was living
in 
the clouds not seeing 
this sketched out.
So for now,

I’ll continue walking
through fields 
of what could have been

Lauren Scott © 2015