Heart Scars

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.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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