PATCHES ON MY WOUND
"Beneath the layers, a story lies,
A tender scar that never denies.
Life's sharp edges, a jagged sound,
Left behind these patches on my wound.
Stitched with hope, they cling to heal,
Binding pain I barely feel.
Yet whispers linger, soft and stark,
Echoes carved in the skin’s dark arc.
Each patch, a memory, frayed yet strong,
A silent hymn, a healing song.
Some are tender, others rough,
Mending places love wasn’t enough.
But through the ache, a truth is clear,
The wounds I wear, I hold dear.
For every patch, a lesson sown,
In their stitching, I’ve grown my own.
No shame in scars, no fear of pain,
They’ve taught me loss and what I gain.
So I’ll wear these patches, a badge, a shield,
Proof of battles where I refused to yield."
