Forty Seven Scars
Forty Seven Scars
But Who’s Counting
Miracle Man
3/11/2023
Forty seven scars,
each a telltale sign of some trauma
while traveling the highway of life.
Each has a story to tell
which induces thoughts
I’d sooner not recall again.
But the mind is a complex thing.
Seems visual is connected to recall,
which makes my daily shower,
sometimes, become show and tell think.
Carryover effects is the psychological injury
that some have bequeathed me.
But life is good and God has blessed me
with a high tolerance for pain.
I’m just a Tough Old Bird
who’s seen a few rough days,
Who continues to think, that,
Believing is mile one, on the highway to Becoming.
Tom
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