Maybe my heart will always bear scars
And only as time passes the stinging becomes bearable
Than when it was still so close, so unspeakable.
Now there are words forming to describe the depths
Instead of wordless, directionless whirlpools in the dark.
There are tiny embers glowing to illuminate despair
Not erasing or diminishing, but bringing to life
The dimensions and layers of what hurt the most.
Maybe my heart will always bear scars
Like aching reminders of what I have learned and lost
Cautiously healing, at times re-experiencing,
Forever seeking rejuvenation and light.
The Therapy of Words 