Scars We Carry

“And only the lucky ones learn that pain ain’t your friend.”

We start with nothing but the cards we’re dealt,
In houses where love and hurt are felt.
Some cradles rock gently, some shake with fear,
We learn early on what costs us dear.

The child inside just wants to feel safe,
But life writes stories we can’t erase.
Through broken promises and shattered glass,
We learn to survive as the hard years pass.

Then loss comes knocking at our door,
Takes someone precious, leaves us raw.
The family splits like autumn leaves,
And we’re left counting what grief achieves.

Some hands reach out to pull us through,
While others take more than their due.
We learn the difference between love and need,
Between those who help and those who feed.

At school we’re different, that much shows,
The other kids, somehow they know.
We leave before they make us small,
Sometimes you’ve got to risk it all.

We search for family where we can find,
But trust gets twisted in our mind.
We watch our heroes rise and fall,
Wonder if love’s worth it at all.

We swear we’ll never walk that road,
That led our loved ones to explode.
But when the pain gets way too loud,
We understand what breaks the proud.

The hardest part’s when hope runs thin,
When all the lights go dark within.
The world sees failure where we see fight,
Calls us broken, but we know what’s right.

Years keep passing, scars remain,
We carry loss, we carry pain.
But somehow still we choose to care,
For broken souls who need us there.

We find our calling in the dark,
A way to heal, a way to spark.
Sometimes the wounded make the best
At helping others find their rest.

So when you see someone who’s learned
How quickly bridges can be burned,
Don’t call them lucky, don’t call them blessed,
They’re survivors who’ve passed every test.

“And only those who’ve walked through hell
Know which truths are worth telling well.
The pain’s not friend, but it can teach
Sometimes the broken learn to reach.”