Scars

Day 13 of 90 Day's of Poetry

Life is not a battle,

It‘s more like a war,

A continuous struggle,

For what’s worth fighting for.

And now here we are,

Two veterans taking time,

Sharing our own scars,

And the past that they mime.

We talk about hardships,

Of life's unfair game,

How we now seem heartless,

To mask the past and pain .

But as we converse,

One thing that’s clear to me,

Is that my wounds are now scars,

And yours are still openings.

I've learned to forgive and forget,

And grow from past mistakes,

To look back and reflect,

On how I got these scrapes. 

Yet you are still bitter,

At the hand you've been dealt, 

And let your happiness wither,

Quick to blame it  on someone else.

And as our meeting ends,

We shake hands and part ways,

My soul peaceful with amends,

And yours still  ablaze.