The Scars of My War
My war was just,
A fight for life,
Wanted to prove all,
My doctors were wrong,
Not ever, right.
Surgery on back,
Sides and front,
Not very deep,
But they show up.
These are the scars
Of my war,
I wear them
With Pride,
Because,
With each scar,
Was an angel,
There by my side.
Danielle N. Calhoun
© September 23, 2002
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