Poetry

Scars and hope.

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Because there's still hope.

                           The drying scabs,
     Chipping away like the many coats of that
                         Week old nail color
     Revealing the new pink of the healing skin,
     Left after those huge wounds have healed
                    Leaving behind the scars
                    Of the many wars fought,
                                Inside out.
                   All that’s left are the scars
        To remind us about the times gone by,
                   And the new, healing skin
                           Giving us hope.

Toodles!
~A♥~

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