SCARS

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I carry many scars, 

I remember where each I got

Some of them are visible,

Most of them are not,

 

Vivid reminders 

Memories of moments lived,

When physically or emotionally,

I gave more than I could give,

 

Scars laid bare upon my skin,

Others hidden deep within,

Where one ends another begins,

Reminders of both righteousness and sin,

 

Scars can be beautiful,

Compassionate signs

Marks of  healing and hope

Growing stronger through time

 

My scars are a record of all that I am,

The map of a journey not always to plan,

Scars not from bullets or the blade of a knife,

These scars are the story of my wonderful life

 

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Lyrick May 2019