I don't know how it happened

 
I was ripped apart;
now there is new life.
New life?  She loves me,
a beauty I did not deserve.


I see the scars, they remind me
of a past I wish I could forget
Selfish, angry and broken  
I do not want to be touched.


A small hand of wonder
I can not feel it,  
it’s my fault this happened
the scars remind me.

Everyday past, I see less
the clock hands are turning
I smile and teach and laugh
But the scars remind me.