The scars will always show

The battle scars we carry around shows the world what our “ugly” side looks like.

We spew hate out our mouths when asked about each other.

We fought like wolves in the same place we prayed in.

We brought the worst out of each other in the best way.  

We showed our hurt in toxic ways.  

My wounds have healed from my own incisions.

You choose to keep yours open.

Consumed by the past you live with regret.    

(Do you know when to let go?)