our eternal self

There are some scars that do not show or bleed

Except internally

Invisible to the eye

They escape detection

And so often our protective mechanisms

Only work to throw others off the scent

There is a time that we will need to vent

Because the sense of fury and hopelessness

Must for our healing

Turn from inrage to outrage

And yet even deeper than this lies the scar

That must always be mindfully

Known

Gently and oh so tenderly

Held and tended in love

As skillfully we remember

That all of these scars

Are only just some layers of us

For even our deepest scars

Will in no way touch or ever eclipse

The wisdom and glory

Of our eternal Self