Heart Scars

I had a quiet moment recently. my legs were crossed. and my pants had pushed up slightly to reveal my left ankle. it isn't so pretty anymore because it has poison oak scars now. i traced my fingers in the non specific patterns of the scar. my fingers drifted up to my right arm that has two ugly spots where i spilled scalding hot water in an exciting hot chocolate thermos situation. my eyes moved up to the small spots on my right hand from a summer job fight with the pizza oven and a first job memory of the quesadilla machine. my bodily scars may or may not go away. my thoughts drifted to my heart. the literal heart ages and i am sure shows wear and tear. but my spiritual and emotional heart, i know, that has to look older than it is. i know that i have many chances to heal from experiences. but the scars that are on my heart... i know they are still there. no vitamin e can make those disappear. i think those are worse, because only i can see them. how can you solve a problem that involved others...alone? being handicapped in a very different way, its hard to express the healing that needs to take place. again i trudge back, feeling foolish, to the king of scars, my ultimate heart healer.