Some wounds stay with us
We carry them around
Covered by scar tissue
To show the battles survived
Sometimes those scars ache
Touch the skin near and we cry
Seems like we'll never stop hurting
But time makes scars shrink
The pain is less intense
The longer we survive
Sometimes a loving touch
Can inflame the scar
Even worse than a bump or slap
But if we can push through the pain
If we can focus on the caress
Joy can speed our healing.