Sunlit Scars

The decade old scars on my wrist

glow in the summer sunlight,

and I can’t help but think of that night.

I was so young, so heartbroken;

so sure life was no longer worth living,

and I should just give up the fight.

Over ten years later and I wish

I could go back and tell teenage me,

“I know it seems like it, but this isn’t right.”

I wish I could also tell her that this night

isn’t the defining moment in our life.

There is so much good to come.

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