Scars

Sometimes I think
Where did all my scars go
Why did they all vanish
Healing and fading into my skin
All that’s left is a line or two
That I know will vanish soon
Is this all that’s left from all my pain
So small and so insignificant
Already gone, yet the pain remains
Its memory seared in my brain
I relive all my travesties over again
A line or two etched on my skin
It’s not enough
It can’t tell of all I went through
This can’t be it, this little mar
A false badge in my honor
I feel like I should be covered in them
I feel like they should still be bleeding
Welts barely forming
Skin torn and unrepaired
And so the temptation to try harder
Arises from my triumph
Maybe I can still make my badges
I can still show my strength
Etch the rightful scars
Etch the rightful tale
Yet I never find
Anymore than that line
Or maybe two