Scars

Still present

From when

My old self

Died

 

And I began

To hide 

And stay away

 

Small scars

On my legs

From when

Writing

Couldn't keep

The pain at bay

 

But listen to me

As I say

They will not

reopen

 

More

Will not be added

As long as

They are caressed

By a hopeful

Metaphorical

Or physical

Kiss

 

So stay

Help me

Forget those

Awful days

 

I carved

My pain

Into 

My legs

 

Show me

A safe way

To deflect

That sort of Pain

 

And like a bird

Beginning to fly

I will rise.