My Scars

My scars, 
Taught me life lessons, 
Constant reminders, 
To be grateful for blessings.

Each a lingering memory, 
Of the wounds I've acquired, 
Permanent marks, 
Evidence of pain transpired.

A scar, 
The final sign, 
That the pain endured, 
Is now far behind.

But wounds, 
They come in all forms, 
Time heals them all...
Well...
I must have been misinformed.

Sometimes we get cut so deep
We never heal, 
It's own form of torture, 
When you can't change how you feel.

The worst pain, 
A heart filled with regret, 
It's a wound that can only be healed, 
If you try and forget.