All wounds heal,
Whether they leave a scar
Or fade away entirely.
But why does healing hurt even worse
Than the superior infliction of a wound?
Sometimes we walk the journey alone,
And other times,
We walk hand in hand with another.
Either way, it still hurts.
Sometimes scars aren't visible
They're tucked away
Like a strand of hair on a windy day.
Or, they strike out,
Like lightning during a hurricane.
Even once the wound heals,
The mind is still reminded of the past,
And just how real it is.
Maybe one day,
We can look back on the past,
And we can smile,
Because we've grown so much from where we've come from.
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My Poetry Book
PoetryIn this book is a collection of poems that I may have personally written, or they may be from a published author. If they are from a published author or from the internet, all credit goes to them. I hope you enjoy these!
