DFC 09 - Emote

Your voice
Trembles, quivers
As you whisper to me
Confessions of past events, of
Your pain.

Your arms
Covered, hiding
Such painful memories
Of times now gone but not so long
Ago.

Despair,
Anger, sorrow,
Destruction, self-loathing,
Disappointment, anguish, such fear
And pain.

Your eyes
Fall to the ground,
Or to the skin that peeks
From your long sleeves - quickly hide, for
You fear.

But now
Fear not their thoughts
Because you have someone
Who will love you, press their lips to
Your scars.