BATTLE SCARS

Pick your battles
Pick your poison
Straight up shots
So cold … they’re frozen. 

100 proof
No need to doubt
There’s plenty there
Just check it out.

Shocked …. amazed
What could I do?
I spent the night
Alone with you. 

Buried deep
Could not crawl out
Was tethered …. to
There was no doubt.

Battle scars
Bruised and blamed
Consumed with heartache
Lust and shame. 

Longed to feel
The open air
The touch of magic 
In the air.

Off the ledge
On sturdy ground
I made my way
I came back down.

No sad goodbyes
Good as it gets
Now hoping
I can just forget.

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Photo” bing.com/images

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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