You've Opened a Wound

You've opened a wound

It's something you must define

It didn't make you wiser, though

You're still the same

You've hurt someone, but in truth, it was you who hurt yourself

The wound is a sun that you cannot cover with denial

It observes you

The wound observes you, yet it doesn't judge you

The wound that you've opened

It's alive, like an alive ember

Somewhere alive in someone's heart, somehow

Someone you hurt

It beats like a heart. It bleeds like a wound

It's a sun that burns you

Alas! At some point in your life, you became a bad person

We are all bad people at some point in our lives

Even God hurts us sometimes, somehow

Even God opens wounds, wounds that never heal

Every second, every hour, and every day, and for a lifetime

Unexpected, surprisingly painful, deep, incurable wounds

You've opened a wound

It's floating in the space of your dreams

It shows in your skin, like a bad tattoo you can't remove

Have you wondered how many people you've hurt

Without you ever knowing it?

People carry their wounds like everybody else does

In their skin, in their souls, in their memories, in silence

Everyone walks their wounds

Along the streets of their dreams

Like pets, like trophies, sometimes, but mostly in silence

And you don't understand

You don't understand the language of this anguish

That comes back to you when you dream

I'm not responsible, you will say

Indeed, you are not responsible

For your neighbour's unhappiness

Does this justify you? No. It doesn't

You've opened a wound, and it still bleeds

It still bleeds, and its blood won't redeem you.