The Scars We Bear
Feb. 17th, 2023 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorchawenchSometimes the scars we bear aren't always the visible kind. The soul scars that take ages to heal. Red and angry they never quite fade away. A reminder to us of past hurts, past regrets, and past mistakes...and a warning to us to never allow ourselves there again, lest we face the pain a second time.
Sometimes the scars are given to us by others. Unkind words and actions that strike us to the core. But how many of those scars are self-inflicted? Brought upon ourselves through necessary change and those times we were learning to walk the winding emotional road of growing up.
We've tried to soothe the roughened patches with healing balms, soothing therapies, and by surrounding ourselves with love. But even so, the cleanest soul is a myriad of trails and puckered soul skin. A testament to being human and living a full life.
It's quiet nights like tonight that I can feel the pull and ache of the scars I bear. Those mistakes and lessons, are etched forever, deep within me. They keep me awake with a nagging pain, a reminder of what was, and what could be.
So I sit and journal. I surf the web, looking for distractions. I mindlessly flip through channels on the TV. I envy those people who rest quietly under the growing moon's silvered light. I have to wonder about their scars and if they have come to a place of peace with them, that allows them to sleep so uninterrupted.
The Witching Hour has come and gone. That time when magic things are said to happen. I have not seen magic this night but I felt its call to my restless scarred self.
Perhaps tomorrow night I will follow its call.
Sometimes the scars are given to us by others. Unkind words and actions that strike us to the core. But how many of those scars are self-inflicted? Brought upon ourselves through necessary change and those times we were learning to walk the winding emotional road of growing up.
We've tried to soothe the roughened patches with healing balms, soothing therapies, and by surrounding ourselves with love. But even so, the cleanest soul is a myriad of trails and puckered soul skin. A testament to being human and living a full life.
It's quiet nights like tonight that I can feel the pull and ache of the scars I bear. Those mistakes and lessons, are etched forever, deep within me. They keep me awake with a nagging pain, a reminder of what was, and what could be.
So I sit and journal. I surf the web, looking for distractions. I mindlessly flip through channels on the TV. I envy those people who rest quietly under the growing moon's silvered light. I have to wonder about their scars and if they have come to a place of peace with them, that allows them to sleep so uninterrupted.
The Witching Hour has come and gone. That time when magic things are said to happen. I have not seen magic this night but I felt its call to my restless scarred self.
Perhaps tomorrow night I will follow its call.
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on 2023-02-17 10:44 pm (UTC)