This scar runs deep
One you can’t see with the naked eye
How’d I allow this happen?
Who are you? Where did you come from?
How did you get here?
I take a sigh of relief because you let yourself out
But with every sigh
A memory…that memory
Penetrates deep
Re-opening the wound
Enhancing this ugly scar
This Neosporin & Band-Aids, don’t work
They are not powerful enough
Nor large enough to heal this wound
I scream & shout
Because I can’t take the pain
I must not have been strong enough
To see this coming
My body wasn’t immune
And it’s still having a problem with, fighting this off
So what’s my next move?
Do I call the doctor?
Or let time heal this one
This pain is altering my thoughts
All of my visions seem to have you in them
Still wondering if you feel the same
Every time a scab forms
It’s peeled or pulled off
By my emotional fingers of hope
Only knowing I’m playing myself
Opening an old wound & starting anew
Pretty soon I’ll be a walking example
Of a wound unhealed
A woman scorned
Burned & cut by the only one
I truly loved
If only stitches could patch things up
Between us too
I’d become a seamstress
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