From Buried to Remembered to Forgotten
Prose Prompt: What wounds look like as they heal
I had forgotten that it’s there It had to be buried Then there is an itch under a scabbed-over wound Realization, awareness, shock Annoyance, anger, righteousness Fury, madness, chaos.
The scab starts to soften Pain, suffering, despair Deep sadness, fear, release It finds the rest All the other little bits that match Returning to anger, fury, and righteousness.
The fury is released The anger subsides Strength and protection rule.
Caring for the open wound Only the safe come close No one else gets to see. A time of deep quiet Grieving the old wound That had become part of me.
Healing in a safe place From the inside out No disturbances Just love and caring The wound slowly disappears To leave no trace…
And I have forgotten.
In response to J.D. Harms’s prompt.
