Tucked away in time
Out of sight, out of mind.
Reduced to an absent-minded itch
On a rainy day.
The only memory of a salty flood.
A mute witness
Of a dark tormented night
That ended in blood.
Underneath, a silent healing?
Raw red turned a timid tan?
From wars we lost through wisdom won.
Battle scars, we remember to forget
But leave the scabs untouched
To never know – and hardly feel,
Terrified they will never heal.
Afraid, that they already have.