Sometimes horrible things happen in life. You can't change it. You think you have survived it. You think have moved on. And then... a show.. .a movie.. a word... a dream.... It brings it all back. The wound is ripped opened yet again. The scab you thought had healed that wound, wasn't what it seemed. In fact, you have a scar. A scar is a reminder of what was. You may forget it's there sometimes, but eventually something makes you remember again. The pain comes rushing back. The memories you have tried to block. Scars are a constant reminder of what once was.
Scars suck. Especially certain ones that may not always be seen. But you know what else scars mean? They mean you survived.
To all those with scars.... Those who remember and want to forget. To those who survived. We may be haunted, but we live. May our children never know the pain.
