“All I can do is wait. And hope.
These scars might fade over time.”
These scars are a permanence that goes deeper than flesh. They cut so deep onto my mind I can almost feel the ragged gashes left behind. It weighs heavy like iron pellets. And I have no choice but to bear them. With luck, those red, angry marks might fade over time and blend in without them glaring back at me in a constant reminder of all that happened.
© Sarah Doughty
All I can do is wait. And hope.
