Scars

You can't get through life without some scars. These are mine.

The scar on my knee I got when my mother pulled me out of the seat of a shopping cart and scraped my knee on part of the metal.  I don’t remember it hurting, but I bet it bled a lot.  Most shopping carts are plastic now.

The scar on my palm I got when I was about five, I had cut it on a toy of mine late at night.  I don’t remember the toy.  All I really remember was being at the hospital strapped to a bed and I couldn’t move; screaming to be let out.  Those were the only stitches I ever got; two.

The scar on my wrist I got when I was jumping on a trampoline when I was about eight.  It didn’t hurt.

When my friend saw it he went screaming for his mother that I was bleeding.  I thought he was over reacting.

The scar on my mind I got when he would blow up for no reason.  It wasn’t too long before I wouldn’t ask for anything and go to great lengths to make sure there was no problem.  The scar got bigger as I would lie to stay out of trouble.  I still lie today, but not as much.

The scar on my heart I got when she called me out of the blue and said it was over.  I had been planning to break up anyway, but it was going to be me who did it.  She left me for him.  It took a while, but that scar healed ok.

The scar on my worth I got when they fired me.  I know I wasn’t doing that good anyway; I knew that. But to be looking for an excuse to get rid of me instead of just saying so was lame.  That scar still bleeds a little when I pick at it.

There are other people who have bigger scars than me.  Others only have one or two, but these are mine.

Reviews

[Papaya]

Yeah, we all have them that's for sure and I like that you touched on both physical and emotional and shared some events that feel very real.

[Mitch]

It's always the emotional stuff that takes more time to heal. Thanks for the read and review.

[Papaya]

Cannot disagree. You're welcome.