The scars are showing the history
of the life you had once before.
Time is a mystery;
secrets are left in the walls.
Some things you wish could have stayed,
and some you used to hide from.
Run! Run as fast as you can,
but come back when your legs start to feel sore.
The scars are showing the history,
that you wanted to keep for so long —
a growing fire in the chest of a familiar building;
a fantasy stuck in your thoughts.
That little line on the top of your arm?
It shows that the dream used to be real.
So much has been left untouched —
you never finished the story; you never started on the
list.
It’s all coming back to you —
daisies on long-forgotten fields,
and rivers flowing so free —
it just can’t be true.
But the scars are showing the history,
and it should not be simply erased.
Embrace the moments you carry over the distance —
a reminder that nothing was simply left there.
