Undo

You pencil a sketch
of who you might have been.
A gentler shape, maybe,
less wary, less wise.
You wonder if peace
was ever meant to come
without a cost.

If given the chance
to undo, unmake, unremember,
would you hesitate,
hand lingering over the switch?

Because even the scar
shines a little,
in a certain light.
Because sometimes surviving
is too much,
and still not enough.