Scars (Tritina)

Once started, not a thing can be undone.
You try to change it back, but leave the scars.
The only hope's creating something new.

And every morning, night winds down to new--
A hope--that by the dusk has come undone:
Another gash to hide amongst the scars.

There's something silent spoken in our scars:
Their jagged lines, a map to somewhere new,
Not just a path to things we've left undone.

To see these knots undone, to shred and shed these scars, to be, at last, made new!