My Scars

My Scars

Some are real
Tangible
Some are symbolic
Untouchable

They cover wounds
Buried deep
Stitched and stapled
Into my soul

You look at me
And would never know
That my wounds
Were once
Gaping open
Bleeding out
For all to see

Now
They are neat little red lines
Hidden
Even i cant see some
They are so well concealed

The pain
Has mostly faded
Reappears
Sporadically
When least expected

My scars
They tell a story
The story of my life

They may be healed
But they are still there
They are mine
They are my story to tell