My Scars

I wear my scars where nobody can see
They saved my life by cutting in my chest
My scars are on both sides, in symmetry
They drained misguided blood. I never guessed
my ribs could break and penetrate my lungs
Or that I would be saved; my death seemed timed
My life became a ladder and it’s rungs
became the pain I felt, and yet I climbed
My foot was ripped, it hung below my leg
They put it back with metal plates and screws
My brain was scrambled like it was an egg
I like to think I’ve paid all of my dues.
And if you want to see the scars I hide
Just lift my shirt, and please ignore my pride.

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