its made of old wounds
not like a new bride wearing blue
but like a widow
pulling weeds
if you lance a blister
it bleeds
scabs over
makes a scar that can last
I've outer skin
and inner alchemy
that doesn't heal
without leaving behind
a reminder of all
that's come before
is pain a wound
that finds us
one that too often reminds us
there will be more.
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