I woke up in the middle of the night with a bitter taste, not only in my mouth but in my whole body. Who are you to enter my life, to shake my whole balance and how is possible to even enjoy this, knowing that is poisoning for myself?
Did you knew that a scar is always a scar and never heals even if it looks smooth after a while? They told me that the scars are reminders of the past.
Tonight my scars started to bleed, they exploded all at once, transforming themselves into huge wounds, shouting loudly that the past is present and no matter how hard I try to hide it, it will be always there; I will keep carry my wounds with myself and even if I try to breathe deep, focus on something else, I will always find them lurking in some corner waiting to get unleashed.
What am I doing?
I take their hands and we start dancing a dance known only by us. We are celebrating the pain tonight and we dance until we fall on the floor dizzy, smiling even more.
I start listening stories long time forgotten and I just listen without being judgmental, I find out things that I use to hide even from myself and the peace is taking over the pain.
I fall asleep hugging my scars and all my scratches.