Beyond
Form: Quintilla
If you could look beyond my smile
And see for just a little while
Beyond my flesh to inner pain
Where all is lost with naught to gain
The tortured soul always on trial.
If you could see what lies behind
The scars that can only remind
Of times to which I won’t revert
Distractions called to stop the hurt
With visions of truth running blind.
My secrets held so deep inside
A soul so lost it had to hide
The truth of self, lay torn apart
And stone replaced my gentle heart
So no more angry tears were cried.
But then she came to hold my hand
With love a dream could not have planned
Her eyes looked beyond to see
The person that is really me
And I begin to understand
©JGFarmer2013
A Garret Poet 