Band-Aids and Hand Grenades

These wounds run deep.

These scars on my body

look like roads on a map.

Pain is like a bloody stain

I can’t get out. Ripped clothes.

From what? Who knows?

Bumps and bruises. Beat

and bloody. Dirty and muddy.

We just need a buddy. Living

is about giving. Time is finite.

I’ll give you today if you give me

tonight. Don’t leave my sight.

Staying with you feels right. You

keep me warm with your light.

They have thrown grenades,

yet you are always there

with Band-Aids. You patch me

up. You fix what’s broken.

The pain slowly fades away

when I’m with you each day.