These Scars

They said

You’d been long dead,

And that I was filling my head

With delusions of divinity.

 

What did they see in place

Of the shining sword that you gave

To me?

This is still

Our shared symbol of serenity.

 

Because I’m like you,

In parcel and part.

And you are my honor

To carry this far…

Because only my own blood

Can claim my heart…

And you are the reason

I display these scars.

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