Scar Tissue

Like an old wound we don’t let heal right,
Our conversations soon turn into some fight.
What did I say that you view as a slight?
Why is it my tongue we both have to bite?
All of my flaws have been in plain sight.
Is nothing left in me to shine in your light?
Slain many of my demons by using God’s might.
Less pain I've caused you,begining my plight.
Take comfort & know as you start to ignite,
My wounds still bleed,when I hold them tight.
Copyright ©2006 George Martinez