Wounds Poem by Blair Flynn

A deep, deep wound slices through my being
And sweet red blood flows out
This isn't a new wound however
I have felt it's bitter sweet sting many times before

This is a cut that has scabbed and healed before
It has been through this process so many times before,
It seems to be permanently burned into my heart
I just wish I knew why this cut always seems to open up like it was never there

Now I am all stitched up and waiting for something to open me up again
No matter how I try to fight it, I know it is bound to happen
My skin my seem tougher than ever before
Still tucked down in the core I'm my mind, I know these wounds are ready to reopen