Worry not, my love,

your scars will heal over,

and new skin will erase

the memories

that haunt you

in your waking hours.

And your voice

will lose the shakiness,

that projects your emotions

into the stratosphere.

And your heart

will calm itself,

and give you a moment of peace,

for the first time in years,

since you were cut down

when you were still green.

Worry not, my love,

that pain isn’t you growing weak again

it’s you growing strong at long last.