Scars

Scars,
They run deep,
Wounds sitting under the surface,
Invisible, but yet so present,
Cuts.
They burst open,
Negative thoughts and past encounters reshape,
Scratches.
Marks left on your heart, present but yet so subtle,
Waiting for a pang of emotions to hit like a wave.
Scabs.
We ignore it, but then every once in a while we pick at it.
Peeling back and reopening what we thought had healed.
Emotions, like flashbacks catch our breath.
Living and reliving a trauma we experienced.
Faint, but still there,
Waiting for the smallest little nip,
To peel back all of our scars.
R1- Sept 2020

Illustrator: fonQ

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