I have lived a life
where I wanted to hide from pain.
I left all feelings in the scars I created.
I used a pin to cut so deep,
each scar I hid so noone could see.
I would watch the blood drip
slowly down my skin,
and would focus on the pain,
the red liquid paint,
Intentional scars remind me of who I was,
frightened of what I had become.
I can now look back at what I've done,
learn from the scars that helped me become numb.
I know to cry,
instead of run to pain,
know to feel,
instead of bleed.
I feel a new blood flow in my veins,
one that thrives to live,
instead of die.
Copyright © Louise Picek