Scars Poem by John F. McCullagh

Somewhere, deep inside of me, are all the scars you cannot see.
These wounds run deep though sight unseen; Loved ones lost for whom I keen.
I'm a survivor, it's been said. I've outlived parents, Lovers and friends.
I've grieved, despaired, all to no end- for-with each loss it begins again.
The price of letting myself feel?
These unseen scars that never heal.

I ‘m tossed upon an unseen storm, like a mariner on the deep,
Roiled in the trough between the waves;
I wake with a start feeling wane and weak.

I bear my unseen scars with pride and will until my turn to fall
For he who never bore such scars is he who never loved at all.