This body of mine is a canvass of scars,
Reminders of failures from leaping for stars.
Life's medals, souvenirs from battles, defeat.
Lessons learned, respect earned, defying retreat.
This heart's still alive, despite being a scourged canker.
Proof what you survive, ignites, forges you stronger.
The pain's faded, aches mended, and breaks are glued back together,
But i'm jaded, cautious and defended, flawed forever.
Stronger from the experience.
Yet weaker in my decadence.
Marred from the start, a storm scarred work of art.
But these marks we regret or delight and accept.
Will be darkened, forgotten in the light of death.
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