Looking from across the way,
I see that mark across your face
The mark of past experiences
The wrath of lost experiments
I see that scar and the beauty behind it
I see the emotion the passion beside them
With ever dimple and every crater, shaping the terrain of your face
I see the strength you needed
I know the fear you felt.
I am proud to see you sitting there
I really do not mean to stare
You inspire me with all you see
And everything you cannot bare
It shows me that you did dare
You dreamed you concurred
You took your place
And now I see it on your face.


Melissa Kowal

This poem is about the changes and the terrors that America goes though.

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741