I had a wound
So deep and raw
I would flinch
Eyes filled with tears
The wound has healed
Etching scars across
My soft pale flesh
Reminders of the
Pain I no longer feel
And I don’t care
Any more
I had a wound
So deep and raw
I would flinch
Eyes filled with tears
The wound has healed
Etching scars across
My soft pale flesh
Reminders of the
Pain I no longer feel
And I don’t care
Any more
Poems and Petals 
May your scar be healed. We still care about you.
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Sending hugs & healing your way, V! Touching piece!
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Love it. Scars can be deep, but they are also, where we have heeled. Thank goodness the pain goes away and we are only left the mark that says “I lived.”
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Very sound writing – and you summed up what so many people go through – and I know is it is hard for some folks to talk about scars and even wounds still healing (and how sometimes salt can be added in – ouch!) and poems like this are extra special because so many folks cannot go here ( for various reasons) – anyhow – fist bump to you 💕
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Scars are bitter reminders but they are also signs that we are capable of healing! 🙂 sending lots of love and hugs your way 🙂
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Thank you, Aishwarya 🙂
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