battle wounds

We all have battle wounds and we all used to show them off in fifth grade. Your friends and family usually knew the whole story, but you changed a lot of the details to make it sound cooler and not as bad as it was. After the story you could laugh about it even though you knew how bad it hurt at the time. Some people have them on their legs or their arms. I’ve seen scares on faces and cuts on feet. There’s always some sort of cover up for them. You usually have the option of a bandage, stitches, a cast, or a sling to go along with you pain killers and crutches. To keep them from getting worse and probably so most people aren’t disgusted when they see you. Hopefully time makes them better and the pain goes away. Thankfully I’ve never broken a bone or gotten into a bad fight. You wouldn’t see any battle wounds if you looked from the outside. But I can only imagine what my heart looks like. It has been through a number of aches, pains, disappointments, surprises. Sometimes it has the problem of fighting a losing battle against itself. But instead of bandages, I use writings. Instead of casts, I use smiles. Instead of stitches, I use distractions. Instead of crutches, I use my friends and family. Instead of pain killers, I use Dan. To keep them from getting worse and so people aren’t disgusted when they look at me. Time makes most of it better but the pain doesn’t always all go away. My friends and family know everything most of the time but I usually change or leave out some details so it doesn’t sound too bad. So we could laugh about it and not make it such a big deal even though I know it was painful. There’s not a day I’m not reminded about what all of the distraction and writings are for. My battle wounds will always be there, but they’re the reason I am who I am today.