Seeing The Unseen…

Writing’s Origin: This is a tender piece… it touches me, but it also angers me every time I think about it. It is a reflection on a time when I was on a bus, and I sat next to a beautiful young woman. She was checking herself in the reflection on her phone, and then as she put her phone down, I noticed the self-harm scars on her wrist….And I remember vividly that heart ache that took me off guard, and the things that stayed with me …