Scars

The first strike was light
But tender flesh parted
Armor not grown quite yet

The second came soon
But like a needle it stiched
Torn flesh together

Time healed the wounds
Flesh was bared once more
Until torn asunder by falsehood

Then came the knife of rejection
After gentle care and concern
Disintrest and apathy sliced deep

Still all was not done
Another risk taken, another chance tried
Until crushed under rocks of lies

The final wounds came
Not from without but from within
As claws turned on self with fervor

All the strikes have long healed
But the cold dark night
Makes old injuries ache

Finally the question is asked
Where do the scars end
And the heart begin?