Memories

Call it spring cleaning
or maybe just the courage to face
what I thought would never end
But whatever the reason
I found them this week
Two rusty and misused razor blades
I had forgotten that I carried them with me at one time
And oh, the memories they retrieved
Memories of a time that seems so far away
So long ago
But when I glance down
I remember
It wasn’t really
Because these scars will never let me forget
what I’ve put myself through
And sometimes, I find the courage
to look into a mirror
and find a body, untrusting and misused
And it just seems so long ago
It just seems so unreal
But these scars
They’ll never let me forget
what I’ve overcome.

03/12/04

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