I Am A Scab
A creative writing piece
I am a scab, ready to start a new yet inching with the pre-exposed notion of pain. I brace myself for the fresh beginnings that I know are soon to come but I cannot forget the scars that will forever mark my past. All I see now are the red, blotchy underlying features that are colored in every inch of my body, yet I continue to pick and pick at the excruciating details that I can not over come. I stare aimlessly as my eyes begin to unfocus yet my mind readjusts into the negative head-space that is my own flaws. I personally cannot blink an eye at my own flaws and blemishes that cause me to inflict them in the first place. I am the innkeeper of my own insecurities, I am a scab.