The Braved Soul

The puffing and huffing
of brilliant red wounds
will soon turn to old scars,
the skin will toughen tightly,
will hold back wars.
Blemishes and markings
are the constellations
of this unique corporeal.
There is still no fear to feel.
Although situations will come
that feel quite like sorrow
those scars will tilt their chins
and brave 'till tomorrow.
It is not a dam willing to break,
nor a quaking mountain of heartache,
but rather a polished stone
that smoothes with every blow
on its way to unique perfection.
Give attention to those survivors
of hardened face,
for they may have emotions
and brilliant morals
kept securely beneath.
Although they will never tell you so
the battles they fought never go.
They simply linger in a brightened room
too defeated to move
the owner of that braved body.
Respect for those braved souls.