Patchwork tatts
Hiding scars from
A 2 AM bullet hole
Roses in prolific
Abundance like
Dandelions
Growing in
Wild disarray
Like babushka dolls
The more you look
The more you see
Scabs healed over
With time covered
In colored ink
Each stroke
Covering the
Mark of a survivor
While others judge
Him as if he is an
Outcast
Little realizing
His motto was
To serve and
To protect
About the Creator
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Comments (11)
I missed this entry! Glad to read it now. Great work M Combs.
Oh wow. This is fantastic. Love how you ended it.
This is fantastic! So much meaning in such few words.
I agree with amazing! ❤️You got the prompts and they are perfect in your poem😉
Amazing poem including all five prompts! Loved the ending... "Little realizing His motto was To serve and To protect"
Gosh this was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
Nice work.
Oo another great entry! I love the idea of patchwork tattoos. “A 2 AM bullet hole” is a great line!! So clever to put those two prompts together. “Like babushka dolls The more you look The more you see” Is also a particularly brilliant description
Beautiful poem, Mother! Great entry!
Very good Sharon. I like how you tied it all together.
OMG....one of my favorite of yours!!! LOVE it