Wounds

Wounds raw and festering

Bear them with fortitude

Show them not as a souvenir

But cover them well with attitude

With face fresh and smiling

Forgive them who ridicule

And with  humility as your armor

Embrace sores with gratitude

In self pity and crying hoarse

One spills emotions like a fountain

With full control and due restraint

Step out with a majestic gait

Nothing can hold you up

When fired you are from within

Wounds and sores become insignificant

And conscience steers clear your way

People who have become great

They were like us in earlier days

Wounds they took as life lessons

And adversity they embraced straightaway   

A wounded animal springs back

With swiftness and double the force

Dogs we are not, who bite and bark

And animals we shall not become again

We are endowed with virtues great

Which remain dormant or underplayed

If our wounds bloom into flowers colorful

A moving garden we are, with a fragrant trail!