Scars

The anger engulfs me, deep.
Images ringing on and on like an ad, 
Clenching scissors as cold as ice.
I feel blinded, it’s as hurtful as a scar.
She stares down at me, silences my frustration. Her vines cool the seas of feelings, 
her bark, like smooth skin. Fists clenching the blades marking her for life, 
her eyes pained and sad. 
Moments pass like tears, sun blazing, rain tearing, her pain controlling. 
The confronting look of what I've done,
her branches stab and squeeze my heart, 
the heavy burden pulling and tugging on my blood source.
We push away not a single understanding, 
“What have I  done?” I whisper. 
Realisation stings and throbs like a bee sting,
beating like a heart, 
flowers follow my eyes, shudder and close up, 
pupils shrink and burn. Burn like a fire within.
Forget and forgive yourself, 
months pass, vines go away dead, like leaves in autumn,
wander by, and sorrow wells your eyes and disappears.