certain favors
specific words
voices
remind me of the list I keep
of those who have done me wrong
these things make me remember the pain
run my fingers along the scars
think of the times before they let me down
my flesh angers at the thought of the wound
i feel it well up inside
then Your hand grabbed mine
You looked me in the eye
And said "child, look at mine"
the scars on your hands
worse than my own
held every wrong
all of the shame
they reminded me of the marks
that I have put on other people
while I selfishly look at my own
you took all the blame
you remembered no more
the pain
the scars to show
life is not bruises cuts and past wrongs
it's forgiving and learning to grow
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just some messy thoughts for you
-jr xx
