Scar Tissue

Oh, the wounds, the gaping wounds The wounds that never truly heal Merely self-sutured, leaving jagged scars left to swell, ooze and re-infect A temporary stop-gap, a leaking dam built to hold back the raging river of pain... Oh, would that the scars would explode, burst open and gush out Gush out in primal fury, leaving me helpless and drained Helpless and drained before the Almighty who is able not to simply close and smooth them over, but who is able to brutally and lovingly rip them loose Oh yes, He is able and willing; if I am willing...