It may have been a moment to share the broken self. Come with me. Peek into the cut once too raw and pungent. The cut that was left open to fester until the beast was awakened to lick the wound. To invite the scabbing and healing process to take place. I had to dig deep. Into the past to console the young and broken spirit. A faint scar invisible to the untrained eye remains. A tunnel is kept open.