Unkindest cut

We are of scars 
you and I
cut from blades kill-sharp
by those we once held 
to our hearts, in our soul
death-scars bleeding raw
those meant to heal 
carving wounds the deepest 

crisscross they shine crimson 
on the landscape of our soul
 
forsaken are not your hidden scars
I see yours 
you see mine-
puzzle slivers of pain
mine match yours to form a whole 
whole fragmented intensity 
emotions that run deeper 
than any ocean of nature's design.

©Lost