The Battle Scars of Life
My body is testament
to the endless war
with life we wage--
from surreal puzzles
of purple veins on
my feet to a little lump
of fat dangling sadly,
lonely, 'neath my chin.
Life punishes us--not by
stealing our youth but
in letting us remember,
remember its sweetness.
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2014
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