Battles have raged
from a very young age
looking back on days
through the lens of time
Bending to another’s will
was never my strong suit
memories may be flawed
battle scars show the rage
No matter who you are
this world leaves scars
most want to forget
they can be buried but,
They will resurface in time
lessons learned never wasted
these marks are all ours
battle scars marking the years
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 