The wound is never expected.

Showing up even on a summer day.

Trauma that leaves a mark on the brain.

Bleeding, oozing, letting you know it is there.

Pain that does not go away quickly.

Time is the only medicine.

***

My brain has formed scabs.

Sometimes they itch.

Healing that tempts intervention.

I can forget and peel them off.

Scabs left to rattle around in my skull.

Unprotected and open again.

***

I must leave it alone.

I cannot rush the healing.

Have faith that the scab is enough.

That it is not too deep to mend.

So it will not become shrapnel to itself or others.

I must believe there is an end.