Deep-seated scars

( Photo credit: ©️BestLife)

She witnessed a lost, angry man,

In the reflection of a deserted ship,

Partying and sailing in lust and hell.

Like seeing through a blurry, hazy sky

She kept those painful memories

For multiple years.

When was her time to dive peacefully,

She drank even the last drop of salted water,

Creating her own majestic blue ocean.

A laughter like a forgotten woodland thunder,

Scraped her soul’s deep-seated scars,

Listening loudly to endless voice memos…

…“ The man who lived a double life

Was portraying himself as a victim.”

©️Ana Toma

Feb. 14, 2021

Published by Ana Toma

“I’m a little bit of everything” ©️The unknown woman

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