Waiting for the Big Cripple

We amass scars.
Big and small,
Physical and emotional,
Ugly and uglier,
We amass scars that remind us of how stupid we were.
Forever, they remind us, as if we could forget.
They remind us that one day, the big one is coming,
The life-shattering one,
The big cripple.
And when that day finally comes,
We’ll say, “I told you so.”
And we won’t cry,
Even though we’ll want to.