The Time in Which Healing Takes

A hymn of who I was,

One rhythm of the past.

Songs before I broke;

Squished into a cast.

Healing scars or wounds,

Never happen soon.

Stitches take some time.

I've never healed from mine.

Tell me how you do it,

Leave it all behind.

Just the thought of such,

Never leaves my mind.

My skin is always flawless,

Not a single scar is shown.

My scars, for sure,

Is something that isn't known.