Have you ever experienced pain that was none of your doing, yet you felt it must be left between your ears only?
And you take the resulting wound as an ugly blemish needed to be disguised. You go on and scrub and scrub. It appears to be gone.
If it’s not there it never happened.
Ever do that so well, that you end up fooling yourself?
Until one day a loud crash halts your steps. Feet frozen as the layers begin to peel back
The scar peeks in sight
A twinge starts in your fingertips and then straight to the chest. It awakens you.
Let that day happen, feel that happen. It is only when you look straight at the wound can you really see anything else.
If you’ve got the right eye, you’ll smile. And take that bruise as a badge that broadens your sight.
Never again will you bury your pain once you’ve seen that day.