Uncovering Layers

A flick of the wrist, and the Band-Aid gives way,

its sticky embrace betraying the skin,

like a harsh reminder of things I can’t say,

a lingering ache that runs deep within.

Peeling back layers, an echo of pain,

revealing a scar that I thought had grown small,

a tender reminder that wounds leave a stain,

as if I could outrun what lingers, what calls.

The crumpled strip lies on the bathroom counter,

stained and curled, a badge of the fight,

I stand here, heart heavy, and wish I could slumber,

yet still feel the tug of the past in the night.