No one knows~

No one sees the wounds
that seep acid inside
my heart

Scars show signs of slow healing
and you...you 
would never know the pain

How could you see something
so well hidden?
(sometimes)
hidden from myself

No one could know me as “I am”
when I show only the smiles
or the comfort I give to those who cry
or the kiss on the brow of a crying baby
like a sage of old (as if)

How could I bare myself to you
when a clouded vision of what once was
stares back at me from the mirror?

Ghost visions invade my mind
while the acid still burns
sealing the scar on scar

Why would you want to know me?
Broken, no hope of being whole
a rag doll over sewn...terminal repair
My fabric to weak to save

(Run from me before my smile fails you)

No one knows the places that sorrow
has consumed 
my innocence a feast
blood and sugar coated lies
still drip from the mouth
of this barren heart

The beast inside a little girls hopes
and dreams 
a carnivore of sundresses, bare feet
and lazy summer days
leave me gripping to memories of
skinny dipping nights

(feast on me alive...in the dead zone of who I wished to be)

No one knows...not even “I”

How could you?

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i think even those who appear most confident and act charitably in all things...somewhere inside them is this voice you so eloquently raise here. the face in the mirror is not the one the world sees. the face in the mirror holds all the doubt, all the pain, all the scars, all the 'reality' that we have to ignore in order to continue. wonderful, sad writing.

[EMF]

What can I say that hasn't been said? Probably at great length by lots of people to hear wordds. They make them feel more comfortable.

[lynn]

I don't even know how to comment on this one, Lily. You did what you set out to do with this!

[cilla]

Eloquent in despair and how the lower we descend the more isolated we become. This is a beautiful poem and a work that needs to be appreciated for what you have accomplished.

It is fierce and unrelenting in its sorrow and sadly beautiful in each metaphor .... "a rag doll over sewn...terminal repair" .... "a carnivore of sundresses" and finally in its lonely realization "No one knows...not even “I" ... How could you?"

Haunting and beautiful ... like watching the end of the world through someone else's eyes. Simply excellent!

~Cilla~

ps: Love your profile ... especially the first picture! Very creative.

[Gomer LePoet]

A well thought out piece of a tormented soul with the thoughts of unworthiness,
but still pleading to be seen, heard, held and loved. Approach this woman with extreme caution however, because to know her may be harmful to your own soul.

[Poet Sayings]

mind blowing and sad, an ode to such tragedies as stolen, this poem
touches the heart of the meaning, a reflection of the pain, simply amazing.

[Alrick]

Absolutely phenomenal! the inner pain is so easy to relate to, for everyone, that this poem exemplifies the things people tend to lock away safe inside the deepest and darkest parts of their soul. The use of parenthesis is quite a great method of adding even more to the poem, and the rhetorical meaning behind the quotation marks is just as stirring as the entirety of the poem, only adding to the beauty. Thank you for sharing such a lovely piece of art Lily. It's not easy to unlock the cage from deep inside

[Maggie]

Excellent write Lily, I do know how this feels.

[Raven Starhawk]

This transcends all expectations. It is brilliant, marvelously penned, and dark to a degree that I can still see its beauty because it is something I can very much relate to..."leave me gripping to memories" is just one line, but there are many more that as I read I bit my cheek because it was like I could feel them.

[Everett DeValle]

I love the emotions in your poem, Lily...those very emotions, no one knows not even our selves, to even show it...we look on with a strong gaze...I don't know if its a Capricorn thing, but it happens to me, since I get deep into my emotions. A lovely write.

[Revery]

But that is your lovers quest to undress your very being, to know you complete. A lover worth it will want to know everything, see into every shadowy corner to not only earn your trust but to bring you joy everyday of union. Complete and vulnerable surrender which love deserves every time and time again. Lovers have to do more than touch, they have to penetrate into each other to go way beyond the boundaries of self, but to become one.