Work In Progress

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