I have a scar that's part of me.
I hide it well...I don't want you to see.
Layers upon layers disguise
The part of me that was unwise.
I fear you won't understand;
Instead, an explanation you'll demand.
I have no good or valid reason,
Except to say it was a season.
Even though the wound has healed,
And my redemption has been sealed,
The scar remains a part of me.
And maybe one day I'll let you see.