So tiny that you would never know it was there unless you felt the pain that made it.
This is my scar. There are many like it, but this one is mine; the memory of a very specific incident.
I’m not trying to lay things on too heavy here. We’re all the result of a lifetime of experiences imposed upon us by loved ones and others. Hopefully the joyful outshine the crappy, but occasionally there are remnants of the bad. Those shape us too and that can be a positive thing.
A wise man once said that all great stories are about redemption. I like to think that he’s right.