Invisible Pain
“Her stitches must be invisible”.
Clawing away at her skin,
She bleeds.
The next day, she heals,
No scars to be shown. She cries,
Wanting help from the unknown around her.
We look for a wound, nothing,
There is nothing there.
Nothing is hurting her, yet
She claims she is being abused.
No bruises are shown, no cuts
To be sewn together.
She limps, blood follows her,
Yet no blood is there on her body.
She looks in a mirror, opens her eyes
To see what we cannot see.
She tells us about the scar under her eye,
Her left eye, but we don’t see it,
Just skin is shown. She tells us
What we cannot see, while on her hands,
There is blood. She smashes the mirror,
Glass flies all around, while her hand
Is full of her own blood.
No cuts are there, just her blood.
Nothing is hurting her. There
Is nothing there. On her hand,
We look for a wound to heal.
She cries, wanting help from the people around,
No scars will be shown again.
The next day, we see her,
And her hand shows no cuts.
No scars, nothing.
She claws away at her skin in class,
And she bleeds.
She runs out, screaming, only
To come back healed, no blood shown.
We look, trying to find an answer,
But nothing is hiding them from us.
“Her stitches must be invisible.”
This was done for a class. I got an A on it X3 And almost brought someone to tears. I don't know why though XD Enjoy~ And please critique. Thanks.
"Her stitches must be invisible" is a line from "Sewing, Knitting, Crocheting..." by Naomi Shihab Nye.
