That Scar of Mine

The Heart of Wounded Knee

The worst scar of all …..the scar of the heart….the tearing of the threads of your very being …the phone rings or the doorbell or the sound of a stranger at the door…the fear and dread of every thing in your very being that knows it will never be the same ….the scar grows and grows till there is no more room in the heart or the soul….oh it will heal and it will mend ,but the scar is always there to be torn open with a smell or a sound or a glance of someone who shares the scar

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