I’ve learned that once I get scratched and a scab forms, I am only three days away from being completely healed. There will be no sign of injury, except maybe with a magnifying glass.
Three days and the wound is healed! Wouldn’t it be fabulous if all of our wounds could heal that quickly? Why do emotional wounds continue on and on, and reopen when you least expect it? Like a scab that’s been picked at, the wound becomes fresh once again.
Lying in bed around 1 am this morning, one of my wounds reopened unexpectedly. There was no reason for it. It just happened and does so more often than I’d like. It’s not hard to do, since it wasn’t completely closed to begin with. Only the edges have begun to heal.
Memories are like a leaking faucet. You can twist the knob as hard as you want, but little drops of water still come out. Rarely does it leak clean and refreshing water. Instead, it’s usually the polluted water that sneaks out. Once it hits you, it is very difficult to shake.
The more I try to pull away from it, the more I get sucked in. Everything is replayed in my mind. My memories become reality. I’m there. Conversations are clearly heard and expressions seen. The visions are so detailed, that it feels as though I could touch everything in sight. If only I could. Then, I would take that moment and hold onto it. I would put my emotions away and ‘be there’ more than I was. If only.
Time heals wounds, no matter how deep they are. I just wish that time would also prevent them from reopening. At the very least, it would be nice if the faucet would start leaking good water, instead of the bad.
Maybe I should hire a plumber.