All this thinking and sorting is a bit overwhelming. I believe it calls for some poetry.
Reflection
Bandages
ripped off,
exposing wounds
to salt.
Disregard the
impulse to
hide the
scars
as they resurface.
Don’t
avert your eyes.
Gaze
unflinching
in the mirror,
and
do not
dim the lights.
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