Battle Scars Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I stood at the sink,
warm water running over my arm.
It hurt,
but not nearly as much as it had.
Stinging raw flesh shimmered at me,
the white soft underbelly stood through the blood.
It was so unsightly.
Battles Ive lost with myself,
started piling up.
The scars lit up like fireflies,
when the water first purified it.
It felt almost unreal,
to be looking at this mutilation, knowing how it came about.
My eyes drifted away to the floor,
I covered it up with a bandage,
out of sight out of mind.