Wounds, scars, success

So many things cut deep.
So little heals the wounds.
So often a soul must weep.
Nearly never is it heard.


How deep is the pain?
Does your heart want to burst?
Are you caught in the rain,
Freezing from the cold?


Every cut tells stories.
Wounds turn into scars,
Scars become memories.
Memories cut so deep.


Remember those nears and fars,
They are past and future wounds.
Wounds turn into scars,
Scars become the proof.


Proof you went through,
And lived to tell the stories.
Proof you know what to do,
And you will survive.
© Jerry Langdon 2016