Scars

The scars help me realize,
That dreams can come true.
But the horrid truth is,
Nightmares do too.

You can recite your prayers,
Living so plain,
Count your blessings,
But the scars will remain.

Scars are forever.
Not going away.
They are big, and small,
A dreadful array.

Into your life,
Comes much despair,
A sad so strong,
It fills the air.