Fresh wounds of recent realization conjoined to the weathered scars of regret.
Gashes opposing multitude, otherwise deep while of illest intent.
Wounds forged by life itself.
A blade driven home by the flick of a loose tongue concealing words unspoken.
Scars held past vision.
Rather a mental centerpiece
Hardly recognized yet stationed in plain sight.
Evident only to the scrutiny of kin or to whom committed to pry.
I recently took up writing so please comment honestly. One can only learn through mistakes.