sometimes I forget…

Sometimes I forget.

I am roused from sleep by the pain.

They feel like open wounds. Burning.

Blindly I search, allowing the pain to guide me.

I touch them briefly, gently, 

wondering if I, if someone hurt me.

 

Suddenly I know,

I recognise them. They’re old friends; my scars!

They’ve turned against me today

but thats ok.

 

Sometimes,

not often but sometimes…

I forget.

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