Scar

“Your name is a scar
I try not to look at,
A love letter paper cut
Thrown at the fire’s hut.

But on my skin stays a mark
That will linger till the end of time,
After all the ashes flew away to south –
A secret forever sealed in my heart,
Wax still running warm to earth
As I wait for the day it won’t hurt…”

Ana.