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Scab

As the third poem in this sequence, this work portrays the grief of a mother who has lost her child to suicide through the powerful image of a “scab.” The wound of the heart, repeatedly torn open just as it begins to heal, reflects an ongoing cycle of anguish and lamentation. Grief does not simply fade—it deepens through repeated pain. Yet, over time, the “scab” becomes not only a mark of suffering, but also a sign of healing in progress. A heart that once resisted mourning is gradually led toward it, and ultimately toward prayer. This poem quietly reveals the first signs of healing within profound loss.

  

“Scab”

 

My heart bled.

Wounded,

wounding,

I clawed at it.

A cry of anguish—

a hellish wail that refuses to mourn.

 

I peel away the fragile scab.

It forms, and I tear it off again.

Again and again it is stripped away.

A fierce struggle—

each act of mourning dries the heart,

a hellish wail.

 

I cry out against merciless fate.

Tears do not cease.

I will not let them run dry.

Despair of love—

a hellish wail born of the depth of mourning.

 

Regret torments me.

I repent,

I despise,

caught in the conflict of life and death—

a hellish wail that resists mourning.

 

I begin to accept my child’s death.

I come to cherish the scab.

The scab begins to heal.

A communion of souls—

a prayer guided by mourning.

 

Written on March 28, 2026.

A mother’s lament and prayer after losing her child to suicide.

 

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