i felt a sharp pain of jealousy a deep wound of rejection had opened up the one that i thought had healed no it had not .however momentary the pain was real, permanent yet covered with the dust of time the dust that blew off at that moment to expose the scar..the scar of the feeling of rejection the scar of being overridden the scar of choices the scar so deep that it could only be covered not healed but only with the promise of a heart that would not hurt again ...a choice that would be me a ride that was assured to be mine yet the assurance of the promise never came what came was a blow of words..so blunt that they hit at the same wound yet again.... will there be mercy ...will there be healing...will there be a path that when taken be far away from the memory of the world that only knows to break not make!! Scars