Scars Poem by Daniel Parker

Time's a perfect healer,
Repairs the soul they say,
Regret's the damage dealer,
The pain's the debt we pay,
To feel the broken arrow,
To flinch with all the hurt,
To walk the straight and narrow,
Or taste the bitter dirt,

To suffer's an addiction,
The blood that feeds the heart,
Life's only contradiction,
It rips the soul apart,
It fuels the bare emotion,
It roars, loud like a flame,
It burns down all devotion,
Then questions who's to blame,

It offers not an answer,
Confusion's all you feel,
It eats away, like cancer,
Your heart, pains final meal,
Yet happiness is vital,
It seems that it's the cure,
Divinity's the title,
So win this painful war.

Sometimes in life, the visible paths aren't always true. Taking risks in life reaps greater rewards, you have to walk through the rough to reach the sand.