My Life In Word

BRUISED

I am bruised but not beaten
Weathered but not worn
I am battered but not broken
Tattered but not torn

I am strong but fragile
Ostentatious and meek
I am haughty and humble
A loner, a freak

My wounds are not visible
They are scars upon my heart
A badge of courage
My scars, they are

I don’t know their end, middle or start
My heart, she carries flesh wounds and fresh wounds
She is battle-hardened but kind
Some days she is sunshine and others, she's gloom

Simona A. Brinson

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