These wooden accolades
hanging on my walls
They are a testament to the courageous me
of the many episodes of life’s trumps
These plaques represent my many tears
Teardrops shed in the dark
where no one could see
Except for the great umpire
who comforts me with his words
His sweet balm of healing
like that of Gilead
can you see the scars I carry?
deep, ugly wounds
imprinted down in my heart
They are a reminder of the highs and lows of life
these scars remind me of my melting point
for the honour of my king.
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