why look back?
they are scars , some have disfigured me heinously deeply marking me in a way so many people never see.
there are sounds too…sounds of music, laughter, friends, then whispers, then silence.
scars again where friends were no longer there when i looked back.
tears and scars.
hard to see through those tears.
i walk forward
i rarely mean to look back
but if i trip up , or life pushes me over, i see it again.
then i remember the scars…
physical scars heal easily- they seem more superficial than the emotionally deep wounds.
snapshots of some people inflicting pain must merge into a lesson learnt.
some will never heal due to how they are imposed as open wounds, others no longer painful, but there…part of the me i have become.
are you beside me?