Your scarf

I found your scarf
It broke my last fragment of peace
Tears welled up at once,
I collapsed to my knees

I crushed it in my grip
And pulled it to my face
Searching for something tangible,
Even the slightest trace

It had to hold a piece of you,
It would bring you back again
In the fibers of the wool,
I’d find your scent or feel your skin

Yet I came up empty,
But for tears falling anew
If only you were here,
You’d tell me just what I should do

I found your scarf
It broke my last fragment of peace
There’s nothing in that fabric,
just these haunting memories.

~Sarah Elle Emm

My scars like to talk…

poem scars

My scars like to talk
Remind me of sin
Tell me I messed up
Time and again

Sometimes I listen
Believe every word
Their whispers become screams
I got what I deserved

I try to conceal them
To muffle their sound
Yet they continue to murmur
Wearing me down

My scars like to talk
Remind me of sin
But today, though they’re noted,
I won’t listen to them.

#poetry by Sarah Elle Emm