Destruction/Distraction

Floods of memory and washes of pain soaking into flesh leaving indelible scars that will forever tell the story of who I once was. 

Little welts of raised skin that I will one day caress and describe as the foolishness of  youth

No more difficult to explain than the involuntary flinching at sudden movement and raised voice –
A new day shall dawn and mourning shall cease, heralding a brighter vision and a new goal:

Heal. Get better, and then get well. Tell your story without fear and live your life without shame.