Fresh and tender to the touch, I wonder
If they can keep secrets. I wonder if
They reveal how close I came to the cliff.
I can't hide them or force asunder
My attempts at peace but they leave me stiff
I'm frozen. This isn't just some mere tiff
My mistakes are like tattoos, like thunder
Like painful thorns. I want to forget them
Maybe then I could forgive maybe then
It would not be second nature to condemn
My next steps but my scars hurt. Then again
Maybe I've spent too much time picking at
Memories that I should have let fall flat
Alice Saunders is a poet, writer and editor living in Tampa, Florida. Her work has appeared in the OW Newsletter, BLACKBERRY: a magazine, and The Corner Club Press. Saunders is a Programmer for WMNF Community Radio 88.5 FM. She is also the Editor and Founder of TL Publishing Group LLC. Her latest poetry book, Before the Epiphany, is available on Amazon. You can visit her website at http://lyricaltempest.com.
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