Heal

Your tongue is sharp when you’re angry,

It cuts deep

Gashes left behind bright red

They’re nasty and they sting,

Still fresh

Still new.

Their words echo the loudest,

Still raw and angry.

*

I avoid the mirror,

Sometimes it helps quiet the echos.

But really,

I just don’t want to see what you see.

I don’t want to see the damage left behind when I do.

*

When it’s quiet

They burn,

Angry and hot.

I’m convinced your words are full of venom.

The wounds they leave are ugly.

I’m thankful no one can see them but us.

*

They’re painful and raw right now,

But they’ll dull with the passage of time.

They are simply a distraction from the scars that already litter my soul.

The cracks in my being,

The places that healed but were never quite the same.

*

They’ve lost their edge,

With time they’ve become more quiet.

Easily drowned out by new wounds,

New words spewed with hate.

*

I yearn for the quiet that no longer exists,

Echos of words you have long forgotten etched into my being.

Some nights I want to shatter under the weight of the echos,

But I won’t.

*

I’ll drown them out,

I’m wounded not broken

And so

I’ll

Heal.

*

I’ll be forever changed

Marred, but

What’s another scar?

I don’t look in the mirror anyway.