Battle Scars

Runes from a modern day lay

out a story on a contemporary

stone.  Hashed out and

harsh the marks are cut,

much like the legend they

sit to divine.  A battle,

bloodshed, trial and

much error to a frightened

warrior's dismay.  Try,

try again, and keep pushing

forward with the bruises

from your enemies hidden

'neath your sleeves.  Take

nothing, give nothing, allow

no vunerablity.  As time

goes on, one starts to see

how the pain is worth it

to fight for a belief.  Pain

is worth a life unended.

The battle scars, those

modern-day scripts of

do or do not, of right and

of wrong, serve as reminders

that what's done is done

and that warrior's fought

right through.  Testaments

to the strength or the

rebelliousness of the one

by whom they were inflicted,

the one who they were

willingly inflicted upon. Only

the best don't give up in the end.

Reviews

[The Witness]

Very good, I really do like this writing. It's real and true. Good work.

[A. V. Madison]

Like Misty, I enjoyed that stanza. This poem ranks right up there with "She can paint a lovely picture but the story has a twist the paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist."
Love it!

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is great, Riley. I read it out loud and it flowed really well. It is empowering and strong. I really liked " Try,
try again, and keep pushing
forward with the bruises
from your enemies hidden
'neath your sleeves."
Great imagery and metaphor of strength and inner struggle. I thought the way the warrior defended him/herself by not betraying any type of vulnerability interesting too. Well done!