• The Scar

    by  • October 31, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Letting Go • 1 Comment

    I have a mark. A scar. Right above my heart, left by an amazing person who didn’t see that I was wounded. For the longest time I wasted away my days finding any hope that there could be a repair to what we had. I continuously discovered i just kept reopening what had been closed, and again I began to bleed. This cycle repeated itself over and over and over again. Feelings of weakness, hurt, and loneliness lurked everywhere and I couldn’t help but hold my throbbing chest and cry. It was torn open and I just wanted it to heal. I can feel the ruffage of newly bound skin deep within my chest and I can still remember that person I once knew so well. I always smile and drift into my thoughts for awhile, just to have a quick reminisce. The scar is rigid and beautiful and I wear it proudly, but I have to keep it concealed. The memories are wonderful and so were we, but I’m finally ready to simply let it be.

    One Response to The Scar

    1. Taylor
      November 1, 2011 at 10:30 pm

      This is incredibly poetic and beautiful. wow, I can relate so much.

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