Accepting Regret Poem by Megan Elizabeth Wilcox

My scars are my intimate friends
They helped me through my darkest hours
I sliced
I bleed
hurt and pain filled life
scared and afraid to confront the reason why
my only control over a life lost and black
I sat in my bath ritualized
my cutting with intense sincerity
such emotion when the blade cut deep
oh my god what relief
what satisfaction
tenderly i bathed them and dressed them
spoke to them
tears of pain
tears of regret
my scars are my intimate friends and
live with me always
i have learned to caress them
touch them
accept them
as part of me
they are me