I need healing.

I realized the scars of my most recent wounds and even the not-so-recent ones are still sensitive to touch and I am still hurting.

What have I done wrong? I had moved on. Or at least, I believed then that I did. I took the blows life gave me as courageously as I could. I almost gave up the big fight, but somehow along the way, I managed to outdo my nemesis, knocking him down with all my might. Or so I thought.....

I read this in The First Word Blog:

Of course we are all covered in a multitude of small scars that often remind us of things we used to do or small accidents we have had. Each scar or blemish tells a story and throughout our lifetimes our bodies become a record of our physical interaction with the world.

True enough, these scars are the constant reminders of our pains, or triumphs. To each his own. But no matter how we put it, no matter who you may be, we all succumbed to the pain and the strife. I know you bled too even if you don't tell me.

But scars don't just come in all shapes and sizes, or just appear in physical form. There are scars that can't be seen by the naked eyes, and yet they throb incessantly when things go awry.

Could it be that the healing we once thought we had was just superficial? Were the wounds healed but just on the surface?

An old cliche says, "Time heals all wounds." Does time really heals? Or could it be that the painful legacy of our conflicts will just remain scars of our lifetime, healed on the outside, but still painful deep within?

Or, could it be just about me and not the scars?