By SERENA PIETERS, December 7, 2021
The world has been wounded
And we have panicked
Shut our doors
Wrapped our wounds
Trusted no one
But when the wound starts to heal it scabs over
And it itches so we pick
We pick
We pick
We find temporary senses of relief
Until the wound becomes infected
Healing is deceptive
The presence of recovery breeds the force of relapse
We pick
We pick
We pick
Until we are scarred forever.