Fading

The pain ceases to exist

but the scars remain.

They remain as reminders,

as indicators, as markers.

And if as none of these,

As memories of the pain

that ceases to exist,

Though the scars stay.

The scars fade away,

Surely but slowly, with time.

If not from life, from sight.

And if not from sight, from memory.

But they fade,

Slowly and surely, with time.

Time and again,

painful scars come and go.

As life goes on -

painfully, slowly, hurtfully - 

People places and things

come and go,

Leaving painful scars

on the ever-healing soul.

As they all, eventually,

Surely, slowly,

Fade away.