Battle Scars Your battle scars say who you are. Have none? Then you have not learned a thing worth learning. Or perhaps, you try to hide them. Ashamed with a sense of disgrace that you were bested. Fear not, though your scars are alot they are your testimonies that you survived, they anoint your flesh reminding you of the tests that have made you your best in a world where sorrow obscures many a tomorrows. So wear them proudly, They your purple hearts.
Courage Counts Everyday to the grave go obscure great men and women. Weighed down by fear and timidity their greatness buried before their bones hit dirt. The shadows lament untried dreams and aborted first attempts. like a seed yet to germinate their potential lay asleep for more than half a century never to be woken with the kiss of consent. Paralysed by all the what ifs they never knew the joy to rise from the ashes. And so they remained as if they never were. And truly they and all they were remain frozen at a forgotten cliff.