Dreams

The scabs never fully healed. Blood festers underneath my skin, ready to flow again. Gently this time, I dress my wounds. Disinfecting the trauma that was originally inflicted. Exposing the wretched emotions I’m ashamed of. Coming face to face with the abandoned past I tried to leave in the dust. This is a short entry to remind myself of the wisdom I’ve collected over the years. To be brave in the face of ingrained nervous dysregulation. A guarantee that with time, only scars will be left as reminders.