I need time.

I need time.
I need lots of time
to heal.

There are wounds,
deep wounds,
that simply need more time
to knit themselves closed.

There are bandaids over scratches,
over stitches and staples.
The bandaid is ripped off
only to reveal
a scar.

Scars serve as reminders.
Reminders of these wounds
and the things
that caused them.

And as long as the scars
remain,
the wounds will never heal
all the way.

So until time can erase scars,
I will remain damaged.