adventures in dysthymia

Friday, August 05, 2016

The Scars I Carry, a poem

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

A little piece in form (of a sort)

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