Scars tell stories of who we are
Where we’ve been and what we’ve seen
All the flames through which we’ve walked
And jagged edges forced to hold
And sometimes those scars refuse to heal
Those marks of moments long gone by
They stain us through beyond the surface
Easy to miss through outside eyes
As they blend into the tapestry
But we feel them still the same
They tend to tear at the slightest whim
Spilling blood at moment’s notice
Filling distance meant to dull
So that we feel the pain again
Submerged again in suffering
Through the smallest slights and slips
The scabs fall loose and salt pours in
Those moments meant to make us
Become stories we can’t forget