.

you wake up to this new day.

with this scar staring at you.

maybe once and for all.

it throbs.

this reminder of how you messed up.

maybe this wound was never completely healed.

so there’s this scar.

this thing there to say.

this is how you dealt with it.

this is how you stuffed up.

this is how you’re hurting.

it was plainly stupid.

obtuse.