How do I continue to move forward
When each day the wound persists
A reminder of mistakes I try to learn from
But can’t move past
Every time I try to flex my new skin
The tender tenuous covering of
Raw pink flesh gives way
Blood blisters and bubbles between
Weakened scar tissue
I am not stronger for this
But this has not killed me either
I move slower
With deliberate purpose
Because I have learned one thing
Some scars will not heal
No matter the care and time given to their mending
These scars will open
When it is least convenient
Demanding attention
And I will tend to them
Fore I earned some of them
And some were given to me
All the same they are mine