These were battle scars, He said,
These make me stronger,
These remind me of who I am,
What I've been through.
All those battles I've been in,
The wars I fought in,
It wasn't for nothing,
It's a part of me now.
He tried to convince himself or me,
It was lost on me,
Now he was free,
That was all I cared about.
The death of pain,
The death of persecution,
Wasn't it supposed to comfort him,
Free him of all those years hiding under the bed?
Yet here he was, still living under a shadow of terror.
The nightmares haunting him,
Chasing away his sleep for days,
Never letting the wounds even dry to begin healing.
