Mend

There comes a point in my life
Where I have to let it all go 
Every hurt
Every pain
I carry it like a scar that fades with time,
But never disappears completely,
And the reminder is always there
I cannot choose
To bleed from the gaping wound any longer
Each day that passes acts like a new suture
Stitch by stitch 
Day by day
I begin to heal, to understand 
And to set myself free