SCARS
Covered over
But not removed
Hidden
But not forgotten
Marks of battle
Of wounding
Debris on the track
Makes me stumble
Old habits die hard
Nightmares return
Survivor’s guilt
Becomes background noise
Always present
But not acknowledged
Turn me inside out
Make my scars show
Vulnerable
But only then
Can healing begin
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