Battle Scars

A cycle of poems «Your Wounds Are Deep»

In the quiet of the night, where shadows whisper low, 
I walk a path of memories, where only heartache grows. 
Each scar upon my skin, a story etched in pain, 
A warrior’s lament, lost in the pouring rain. 

I faced the fiercest demons, I fought against the tide, 
With every bruise and battle, I learned to run and hide. 
But victory feels hollow when the price is so severe, 
For every ounce of courage comes with echoes of my fear. 

These battle scars, they tell my tale, 
Of love once vibrant, now frail and pale. 
Through fire and fury, I’ve walked this road, 
With every shattered dream, I bear this heavy load. 

The laughter of my loved ones now haunts me in the dark, 
Replaced by silent whispers, their absence leaves a mark. 
I’ve lost the ones I cherished; their voices fade away, 
Yet in the depths of sorrow, I find the strength to stay. 

With every tear that falls, I rise to face the dawn, 
A phoenix from the ashes, though my spirit feels so worn. 
The battles that I’ve fought have left me scarred and torn, 
Yet through this endless struggle, a new resolve is born. 

These battle scars, they tell my tale, 
Of love once vibrant, now frail and pale. 
Through fire and fury, I’ve walked this road, 
With every shattered dream, I bear this heavy load. 

And though the night is heavy and hope seems far away, 
I’ll carry on this journey; I’ll find my way someday. 
For in the depths of sorrow lies a flicker of the light, 
A spark that keeps me going through the darkest of the nights. 

So here I stand unbroken, with courage in my soul, 
Each scar a badge of honor; they’ve shaped me whole. 
I’ll wear them like a warrior, with pride upon my face, 
For every wound has taught me how to rise with grace. 

These battle scars, they tell my tale, 
Of love once vibrant, now frail and pale. 
Through fire and fury, I’ve walked this road, 
With every shattered dream, I bear this heavy load. 

In the tapestry of life, where joy and sorrow blend, 
I’ll carry all my battle scars until the very end. 
For though the road is weary and the night is long and stark, 
I’ll find my way to healing—these scars will be my mark.