Healing
I have a scar on my right cheek, or is it my left? I have to think about it for awhile before I remember. I have had it since I was a little boy and when I look in a mirror it is invisible to me. Others may see it but when something exists with you, like the color of your skin, in time you no longer see it. I used to ask my mother if it was as small as a GI Joe scar yet? "Close," she would tell me, "close." When others would look at me the scar is what they would see first. They would want to ask me the cause yet they would refrain, thinking it was an invasion of my privacy. Eventually after a long time the topic would come up and they would sheepishly ask. I would of course tell them that it was caused by some fantastical circumstance like a violent girlfriend, a shark or the slash of a sword. In truth, I stumbled over some rocks when I was running and a particularly sharp one cut my face. In life everyone carries wounds with them. They etch our emo