I got my wounds on battlefields.
I got my wounds from my friends not the enemy.
My wounds you can’t see.
My wounds hurt every day and there are no pain killers for this pain.
My wounds don’t have any scars because to me they are still fresh.
My wounds are still raw and bleeding.
My wounds are like a black hole.
My wounds suck all the love, joy and laughter out of my life as they try to heal.
But all is not lost the angels are helping me to let go of my pain.
And as I do my wounds are healing bit by bit.
Hopefully soon I will have scars but you still won’t be able to see them.