Scars
Scars each have a story
And some have stories old
Of the days of glory
When younger and more bold
They are little reminders
Of times in the past
And are an important history
Of injuries we’ve had
The scars in our minds
Truly are the worst
They are there but unapparent
Unseen and unobserved
The scars of our bodies
Are questioned quite a lot
Wondering what we were doing
When we injured the spot
No matter what the type
All scars are born with pain
And our bodies and our minds
Are never quite the same