My Scar

This narrow trench
with dark ragged edges  
on the dermis in my forehead
is an ugly furrow
plowed into a burrow.

'Tis but a minor injury
and has its own little story
on my delicate skin
is a lingering rent
pathogen's might
and audacity to gnaw and lyze
leaving this visible scar.

Past emotional wounds
that maim the spirit
leave nary a physical mark
but hide in our psyche
masked and entrenched
even trapped to the very depths.

Scars are collagen fibers
healed tissues but never gone
indelible scars that disfigure
are etched forever
emotional scars when tended well
would heal and fade just as well.

by Delilah Causin,  June 7, 2014

Gems

Heart's  weary no longer,
Life's treasures glitter,
friends are here
like gems, forever,
they linger.

Delilah Causin, Feb, 2013

Waves slammed strong and furious
afternoon sun in a curious
cover of orange glows
against ferocious wind blows
as I basked in the velvety shore
in high spirits heretofore.

My toes digging into the sand
as I listen to the rustles inland
sounds of troubled waters
downed muffled cries and whimpers
oh do not feign penitent
this tryst is dampened by cruel intent.

Smell of fave exotic tropical fruit
stench of loss, on you I cannot impute
as tears welled in my eyes
these sad hellos and goodbyes
against ebony skies and late afternoon rays
Oh, the sting and pain of parting ways !

        Delilah, August, 2013