Hill Scars
I bear the hill scars.
Wind thrashed and
Rain lashed to my
Weather beaten core.
I bear the hill scars.
Elemental exposure and
Ruddy cheeked in the
Unforgiving stinging hail.
I bear the hill scars.
Bone chilled and
Exhaustion frozen on
A deep lined face.
I bear the hill scars.
Quickened pulse and
Cold breath exhalations.
A summit presence.
I bear the hills scars.
Salt tears dried
In a merciless gale,
Yet a smile of existence.
I bear the hills scars.
Each a blessed pain.
A reminder despite it all,
I am still here.
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No one goes through life unscarred. Life cuts and pains us to a greater or lesser degree. Some are more fortunate than others.
But we must bear our pain, our scars and if we have the fortitude, the forbearance, they may strengthen us throughout our life journey.
And our scars define us and shape us and let us know that despite the pain, we are still here.
God bless.
