“Without my wounds, who was I? my scars were my face, my past was my life.”

-Janet Fitch

They  said time heals
Gradually you cease to feel
Negative emotions with the same intensity
The scars fade, your exterior again looks pretty…

She latched on to these words when despair
Clouded her life- everything seemed unfair
She waited for time to work its magic, patiently
Until her scars she herself could not see
They never disappeared, only she forgot
What she looked like before the scars she got

The wheels of life kept turning, until one day
Someone from her past crossed her way
Now her scars were exposed, the contrast was clear
Between her then and now, she was filled with fear
That the wounds that like a volcano dormant
Would erupt to the surface, with boiling resentment

So it happened, waves of anger ravaged her
Anger and pain together made her suffer
While weathering this tempest she realized
The demons of her past she had not exorcised
This time around she let the fires burn
Until nothing but ashes were left, then she turned
Back to find the ghosts of her past gone
She had found salvation, there was nothing else to mourn.