Scarlet Tears

About a girl I knew who wrote her story in the only way she knew how from her perspective.

Lines of crimson,
fading still,
that taint my pearly flesh,
tell my story
in a way
that words could not express.

Gentle whispers
of my past
are heard beyond the noise;
if only you’d
taken the time
to quiet your own voice.

Silent now,
it is clear,
I wasn’t whispering.
In shock you realize,
all along,
you’d ignored my desperate screams.

Your eyes glisten
with the tears
that show what He would say.
You take my hand
and I know.
He loves me anyway.

Someday the marks
of scarlet tears
will vanish from our eyes
and I will find
another way
to write the story of my life.