Love came upon me like a wound,
got under my skin and stretched me
out until something must give;
drew me in, knit together ragged.

Long acquaintance dulls sensation,
the red seal fades to a silver thread;
the abiding sign of a life all sewn up,
and my imperfect healing.

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2 Responses to Scarred

  1. DELL CLOVER says:

    This one really spoke deeply to me–the “imperfect healing” part. Wow–thank you, and God bless you.

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