Funny how scars work,
How they begin so red,
Indurated and gnarled.
It’s funny how even when birds chirp,
And no further blood is being shed,
They serve to remind us of our wars.
Interesting, is it not,
How a war might be over,
But its battles can still be fought.
For I stood up to the beast,
I stood for what was right,
And though I suffered no defeat, I feel defeated of all my might.
It’s funny how your scars,
Can stop hurting, can fade,
Can contract, can diminish.
Because ultimately, they never disappear,
Can simultaneously not hurt but remind you of your fear,
Because while the war is over, the battles do not finish.
For in the minds of the lionhearted,
Though our brethren may be departed,
From our lion-hearts they are never gone:
And this, my friends, is the scar’s song.
Chinmay Paranjape is an MS3 who got hurt and now likes bones (is interested in orthopedics). In addition to bones, he likes biking, hiking, and generally poking fun at himself and others.
