'...tracing skin that was once a synonym for irreparable injury' - pure poetry that, MA. In fact, this poem is full of wonderful metaphors and turns of phrase.
Sad, I suppose, when the person you don't recognise in yourself is the happier version of events, but certainly peaceful, if only temporarily, as you yourself write.
Wonderful and sad as ever MA. There are many positives (as well as the negatives of course) that this whole situation has brought in some way or another.
I love the way you have penned this, with much emotion and depth.
Take care M :)