Something I think about a lot is the fact that I scar easily
I have a scar from falling on ice
A scar from wearing roller skates with low cut socks
A scar from a mosquito bite I scratched too hard
But the funny thing is
One place on my body is missing scars
Scars from deep cuts
From repeat cuts
From cuts that hurt my heart
And bruised my skin
Cuts that I would've had to explain to all of my future boyfriends
And friends
And children
And my family members
And coworkers
Cuts that would've brought a tear to my eye every time
So maybe that's why they're healed
Why God picked those scars to make disappear
Because He knew I wouldn't mind explaining the scars from when I fell on ice
Or wore roller skates with low cut socks
Or scratched a mosquito bite too hard
Those scars wouldn't hurt my heart
So He healed the ones that would
So I could forget
So I could move on
So I could live without regrets
And be the girl who scars easily
Except for when it hurts the most
