Fading

My summer scars are finally fading. Blending into the edges, they're just barely visible. Past hurt reaching point of disappearance. Almost forgotten. That skinned knee in the pool and all those blows to my heart. Evidence of blistering heat and sharp tongues still remain proving once reality. But time heals, and the months have made once-open wounds nearly smooth. That season of easy bruising brought me to thicker skin.