Scars

These scars that I have on my skin

Serve as reminders of the battles that I had been in.

The enemy will take you from what’s familiar to what's foreign because you need to start exploring.

They keep you hemmed up and isolated 

So that your light stays dim and your dreams deflated.

These scars are more than just skin deep,

Results of the choices that I made AKA the scars are what I reaped.

Some self-inflicted only because I insisted to stay

When I should’ve cut my losses and walked away 

But my pride wouldn’t let me give up on the fight 

Going round after round just trying to survive the night. 

Another day brings another attack from another angle

Something’s gotta hold of me, better yet, a strangle. 

The enemy never notices the damage they dealt, it’s all about

what you did to me; 

But how can it be about you, when I’m laying in the hospital bed

with a collapsed lung and tubes running out of my chest cavity?

The pain was my pathway and the wounds were my way out.

The scars were my reminder to stay out.