Wounds!

The poem explains how wounds are precious, private and a necessity

Wounds wound up in time,
Some pale, some red,
Some dried, some bled,
Some tokens, some dread,
Precious, or dozens a dime!

Wounds, I don't want seen,
Some reveal misfortunes,
Some show glad tunes,
Some midnights, some mid noons,
On all of them, I often lean!

Wounds, can't think without them,
What's life on a silver platter?
But they are my private matter,
Each made me a bit better.
Proud of my wounds, I cherish them!!