My scars-
Be they wounds condemned
To forever blemish my skin.
And to my scars,
Be they reminders
Of the battles of my past
(like falling off the swing set
on a hot summers day,
or fighting him off
in the dead of the night),
Yet heed warning of the impending.
And though one may say,
"In time, all wounds heal,"
I still sit
Stewing morosely in my thoughts
Many a night, at 11:21pm, wounded.
And as time goes by
I still recall the scruff of your beard
Against my cheek,
As well as the weight of your words
Bearing down on my plastered mind.
Crushing me.
Spoken aloud,
His words were so very powerful
And so very wounding.
And time will never heal that pain.

(a.m.) 02/15/14