Scars by Beula Kapp

Beula Kapp | Apr 29th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments


Lashes of the tongue cut deep into the chambers of the memory.

You stood there too many times reminding me of what a mistake I was. You stood there with anger dripping from your heart like it’s my fault for whatever it is that’s bothering you! For many lashes you have dealt, I could feel the tears lining up, your heart harbored anger for what? But you know what? I forgave you as the scars sank in it made me stronger than you could think.

Poet Bio

Beula Kapp an aspiring writer who enjoys reading and writing poetry and short stories.

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