Scars

Sometimes words are better than blades.

Some new, some old
Crisscross like a spider web
Each telling its own story
Some good, some bad
Crisscross choices made
Each unable to take back
Some taught, some hard
Crisscross lessons learned
Each one harder than the last
Some hold, some fade
Crisscross all the same
Each one spilling blood
Some mine, some not
Crisscross not remembering which
Each a decision no one noticed
Some emotion, some logic
Crisscross toward the middle
Each helping me make wiser choices
Some told, some forgotten
Crisscross weaving a unique tale
Each coming undone in the end