Scars tell stories of who we are<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where we\u2019ve been and what we\u2019ve seen<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All the flames through which we\u2019ve walked<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And jagged edges forced to hold<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And sometimes those scars refuse to heal<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Those marks of moments long gone by<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They stain us through beyond the surface<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Easy to miss through outside eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As they blend into the tapestry<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But we feel them still the same<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They tend to tear at the slightest whim<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Spilling blood at moment\u2019s notice<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Filling distance meant to dull<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So that we feel the pain again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Submerged again in suffering<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through the smallest slights and slips<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The scabs fall loose and salt pours in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Those moments meant to make us<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Become stories we can\u2019t forget<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"