Scars

Scars run deep within me

Like those chiseled into rock,

My pain screams out so loud

I feel it’s never going to end,

It is like the cry of the crow

In piercing early morn,

Since you left me

I realise you were a disease

You infected every part of me,

Screams, screams, they resonate

The crows on fences watch me now,

Where are the scars, hidden away

Not on show to anyone else,

Because they’re seen as weakness

Rather than a strength gained

From the battles of living life.