Scars

• Kertisha Derschaw, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2005

The scars along my body
Aren’t like the ones in my heart
The bruises may have faded
But the memories still so sharp
The abuse you gave so long ago
Still makes my stomach churn
And no matter what I do
I can’t forget the hurt
Cumming home from school each day
Was like a world war three
My house was like a prison
And I could not break free
The pain was everywhere
The violence took control
The suffering went on
I dare not tell a soul
All the years that are gone,
I cannot change a thing
Nothing will ever stop
The toucher within