Scars
Across my body are memorials to the casualties I’ve sustained.
Each its own war zone a grueling saga to be regaled.
Like a zebra, I’ve earned my stripes.
Each mark is a reminder.
The pain I’ve been through.
The loss I’ve suffered.
All the strife I’ve had to endure.
Like a canvas, I house a mural.
Blemishes adorn me.
I am haunted by the apparitions of my wounds.
My abdomen is a map of adversity.
Like the universe, I hold constellations.
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