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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