Scars

I heard a song that had the line, "Maybe I was wrong to show you all my scars," and that sent me on a journey of what my scars mean to me.

If my scars could talk

you’d understand why it’s so hard to get close to me

and why it’s so hard for me to let you go, even if I should.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d know I’ve felt the heat of a bullet,

the sharpness of a blade and the bluntness of a punch and a kick.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d understand that it isn’t you

when we’re together and I seem to disappear.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d know I had everything

and lost it when I was fighting someone else’s war.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d understand faith was a challenge for me

but it also restored my soul.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d know I’m not like all the others

I’m hard work and sometimes it’s too much but that’s okay.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d understand why love means so much to me

but also why it’s one of the few fears I have.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d know while many were caused by others

there are some that I made alone.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d understand the complexities of me

and that I make light of them.

 

If my scars could talk

you’d know I don’t let them talk

because in the end I’m afraid they’ll make you run.