Scar.

Let the pain come,
Let the memories flood.
Let the hurt refresh,
Let the tears come.

Only will then she reminds herself,
The pain, the guilt, the heartbreak,
That felt like a thousand knives through her heart,
To keep her hold on what is right.

Refreshing the memories,
When she cried for days.
The desperation of the situation,
She'll never want to resurface.

The pain will be the reminder,
As she holds on to her faith.
The fear will instill in her,
Never to repeat her mistakes.

She remembers God's grace,
To continually have faith.
To lean on Jesus,
When the devil comes to waste.

Placing hurt,
Next to guilt,
To remind her,
To set things right.

It is as though like letting a wound scab,
But always scratching it out.
Letting it heal enough,
But reopening the fresh wound to let it bleed again,
Every once in a while.