Battle scars,
I have them all over,
On the outside,
On the inside,
Forming themselves like tributes,
To you,
To me,
To the person I’m supposed to be,
Marking the stops and starts!
In my life…
When I was young,
How I became a wife…
I see the past on you, too!
And the people who’ve ailed,
The ones that are left…
The ships that have sailed,
And I think to myself,
That life is so mere,
One day I’m there,
The next day I’m here,
Miracles’ pass me,
And I feel obliged,
To listen and nod,
To say that I tried,
I give my whole self,
I lift with my legs,
I do the most intimate,
Things of all things,
But I can’t hang on much longer,
The hurt of all things,
The burn in my shoulder,
The sting in my wings,
They all come home with me,
The sick and the old,
Even though I’m stuck doing,
What I have been told,
My scope is not far,
My past is not current,
I need to come further,
With silent type fury,
The price of your secret,
Is a privilage you see,
If you are not happy,
I can make you complete,
It will take dedication,
For the healing of wounds,
But I am not sore,
For my colors ring true!
My titles are neglected,
My ego suppressed,
And my life could be pictured,
As sad and depressed,
But life is ongoing,
I can still wipe my ass,
I do it for your Nana,
And I do it with class,
If I change my whole mind,
And I go fishing instead,
Just know that I loved them,
Each occupied bed.
