Scars

A deep wound no longer infected, now a tender scar in need of care. I did not create her, nor did I place her within me, yet she is mine to protect. Times I go sit with her in need of my own remembrance, and other times I find her unexpectedly standing upon my doorstep aching from outside irritation. I gently approach her, cleansing her with my tears while whispering softly “You, my deepest pain have become my deepest joy. No longer am I ashamed of you. I have been made strong and will protect you, so do not be afraid. I will not let you be opened again. You are healed, now rest in peace my scars, rest in peace.”