This beautiful poem was submitted by my friend Dona Lou this morning. - poetheart 05/12/02
I have scars, outside, ugly marks on my skin
But the most gruesome scars are the injuries within
They still ache, and they take such a long time to heal
No one else ever knows how invisible Pain feels
Some people seem to think unseen wounds aren't real
But they are
I have pain, and I cry, and sometimes I want to die
For the sorrow that falls down like rain from the sky
I feel sad, and so blue, and I don't know what to do
Needed answers from God don't seem to be coming through
But they are
He sees and He knows that thorns help protect the rose
Between sharp, jagged rocks and black dirt, a flower grows
I see how beyond Me exists Truth greater than all Lies
When God sends me good friends, what a wonderful surprise
There are laughter and smiles, love and kindness in your eyes
If I hurt and I cry out for help, God hears my call
He sends friends to stand by me when my back's against the wall …
and here YOU are
When I look past my pain, to the world outside my door
I know Beauty and Truth are my anchors, held secure
Deepest wounds become scars, of this fact I am quite sure
They are only reminders of the pain that went before
And signs that nothing lasts, nothing painful can endure
It will leave, then leave behind a reminder…
Just a scar
by Dona Lou Pearson