Four Days After her Death.

I have many scars now.
So many things have changed in such a short time.
A few days. Not even a week.
So many things have happened.
Scratches and scars, scratches and scars.
Sacred scars.
They never left a bruise.
Skin that's never felt a wound
is now covered in welts.
This experience has made me tougher in the most painful way.
I'll move on, but I can never forget.
That's how these happenings mature us.
Memories and pictures, memories and pictures.
Faded pictures.
They leave an everlasting impact.
Like the pain that caused the scars.
My happy scars.

-March 28, 2011