Broken Arrow
Poems From A Sojourner
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Scabs
Scabs
Mommy always said…don’t pick your scabs.
God made them…ugly.
God made them…itchy.
Scabs…are meant to be picked.
So…I pick them anyways.
They also say…that time heals all wounds.
I…don’t believe that either!
Inspired by...Isaiah 43:25
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