Old Wounds

amywink April 7th, 2018

These hidden injuries
from my other lives
go unnoticed by
my present company,
even by myself
forgotten in the years
between now and the deep
initial bruising or
splintering break,

until some accidental
hit strikes too close
or an unremembered
devastation rises
to tear whatever
patchwork mend I had
so cautiously protected
and carefully tended until
I, mistaken, thought
myself completely healed.

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