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Neatly bandaged
Tucked away in time
Out of sight, out of mind.
Reduced to an absent-minded itch
On a rainy day.

Shadow lines,
The only memory of a salty flood.
A mute witness
Of a dark tormented night
That ended in blood.

Underneath, a silent healing?
Raw red turned a timid tan?
Almost invisible.
Battle scars,
From wars we lost through wisdom won.

Battle scars, we remember to forget
But leave the scabs untouched
To never know – and hardly feel,
Terrified they will never heal.
Afraid, that they already have.