We are all soldiers
fighting, fighting in the night
with war comes scars and
some are visible while others
are hidden from sight.
We wear our scars
no one’s cuts are the same
some display those battle wounds
and others, others tend to hide
their scars in shame.
We all gain scars
no one is blemish free
so, let’s make a deal
I won’t judge you if you will refrain
from judging me.
Maybe it’s too much to be healed
but could we be loved, please show love
someone to see past
the battle scars
and maybe love will be enough.
We are all soldiers
and we each earn our marks
but all we need is someone
to look past the gaping flaws
and see our true hearts.
© 2015 ck’s days
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That is so true, we all have wounds and scars that others can’t see. I know I have my share of them. Kind of timely for me this one. I’ve been having some difficult moments with my landlord recently. I’ve been feeling like he’s going through a second childhood or something, he’s been very unpleasant and every disagreement we have he insists it’s me who’s being difficult – enough to drive me quite crazy. But I know his father died two years ago and a younger sister also died very unexpectedly last year. I’ve been trying to see past his gaping flaws – but oh, it’s not easy! 😦
I had a different poem picked out for the day but saw that someone I know tried to take his life…again. We just never know the struggles someone is facing because really, we are all facing our own battles.