The path I've chosen has taken its toll
And wrote its cankers in my soul
The sores not only from adversity
But many from stupidity
These ooze, they fester, and just won't heal
Some with pain, others I can't feel
No matter how ever you've behaved
No one gets through this fight unscaved
Some wounds dealt from foes most dire
Others received from friendly fire
The worst are those that are self inflicted
They leave you disgraced, eternally afflicted
Marks of ignorance, sloth and greed
Sap my strength as they bleed
Lacerations of war can go unheeded
But traumas of love can't be exceeded
Whether the battle to win or loose
Warrior or victim it's yours to choose
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Deep reflection and honesty here. Somehow we manage to find the counterbalance to those scars that life seems inflicts upon us, we have to keep moving forward. Well penned!
Thank you so much Bella for your review and most kind remarks
traumas of love- those are the most vicious scars of all. The last line is a winner. well done
Thank you so much for your review and most kind words
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