Scars

Scars

IntroEvery scar has a tale, a meaning, a reason for being.
Even those that have been self inflicted.
They are precious, for they don't only tell of hurt and pain,
But also tell us that that pain and hurt that caused it,
is over.
That is why I am fascinated with scars.
For they tell me, that the pain that caused it,
is finished, gone forever.
Often though, it is replaced by another.

Scars,
Like wounds on a soldier.
A soldier that has fought bravely in battle,
And lived to tell the tale.

Yet these scars,
Which fall before mine eyes,
Are not those of a soldier,
Of valiant deeds or actions.
Nor are they of something that you did as a child.
Or when you jumped from a tree,
And grazed your waist on the drop down.
These are of more private origin,
That society frowns upon.
They cannot be seen,
Cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard,
As the cry escapes from your lips.

You cover them with things,
Clothing and body parts.
And provide excuses for their origins.
Yet as you lie to everyone,
You still feel their pain.
The anguish of the scar,
And the anguish from your head.

Yet you still keep leaving scars behind,
To show what is happening.
Every scar that is,
Comes with a price and leaves its mark.

The thought of the knowledge,
Of someone else,
Finding out the truth.
Creates more lies and hurts you more,
Than any cut can do.

One day you will stop,
Or so you tell yourself.
Yet whenever you are feeling strong,
You get hit hard yet again.
And when you think this is enough,
You prepare to say goodbye.
Something happens which stays the hand,
The will provide the final blow.
And so you feel much better,
Until next time at least again.
When you feel the call,
Of the metal,
That desires to make you better.

But what you wonder,
What you desire,
Is the final answer.
Cos no longer does that metal blade,
Make you feel a little better.
You wonder of the solution,
To make this pain just go away.
But only one makes itself,
So obvious and clear.
But you resist,
And think it through,
And live to hurt another day.

Scars can be brave,
Can be cool,
Can be gallant,
Can be scary.
And yet some can make you wince,
And make you deeply wonder,
Of past and present and future.
And if you can fight your evil thoughts,
And survive to hurt again tomorrow.