The Scars I Carry
Too easily wounded, I carry the scars
of many a battle I have lost,
or won, perhaps — it matters not
when one, at last, counts up the cost
of battles that should not be joined,
the borders that should not be crossed.
Aye, many a battle left its mark
and every contest took its toll,
for though they heal, these wounds of mine,
each leaves its mark, on skin, on soul;
not readily seen, the scars I carry
attest I’ll not again be whole.
Stephen Brooke ©2016
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