some scars aren’t meant
to be hidden
and you wear them on your heart
like a badge or a pin
or a reminder to remember
you expose them
to the elements
harden them off
rub them raw
until they weave
their own shield of shadow
and eventually
stop hurting
when they’re touched
.
.
.
August 5th, 2016 at 10:01 am
So beautifully true….it feels just like that!
August 5th, 2016 at 11:06 am
eventually they do. eventually they do.
i read this yesterday, and had to turn away. had to cry. you write the truth, even the hard truth, in beautiful ways.
xoxo
August 6th, 2016 at 7:25 pm
Sometimes even a lifetime cannot remove those things unseen but are tightly worn within the fabric that fashions us. A very thoughtful piece.