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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