Scars Tell Stories

Lines crossing
Back and forth,
Red fading to pink,
Pink fading to white,
White surrounding silver.
Just a few short months,
But the lines fill the space.
Some deeper than others,
Some still healing,
Months after they were made.
Ashamed of them now,
But that urge still comes
To add to those lines.
Nothing sleeveless,
Nothing with too-short sleeves,
Nothing that will let others
See what’s there.
The sunlight reflects
Those thin silver lines,
Bringing their attention
To all who see,
Not letting them notice
Anything else.
The lines were caused
By so much pain,
But left me feeling better.
But now they bring pain
And leave me feeling worse.
Forever they’ll be there,
A dark reminder
Of all the stories behind them.