Fragments & Figments

If you haven’t been at war,

You’d have no scar,

How many have you got?

From all that you’ve fought!

I got me a lot of few,

That’s how I just grew,

The face you see has battled,

So don’t look so baffled,

The hands wearing swollen joints,

Reveal caring daring points,

The cracks on my heels,

Tells of despaired wheels,

Insomnia designed eye bags,

Isn’t a sign of weird hags,

Every breath sings a tale,

Of faraway thoughts and sail,

How a stranger so strange,

Would help me Rearrange,

My deranged perspective,

Of being objectively subjective,

But we’re good in the end,

For by then we all bend,

Of lesser units called elements,

We are but fragments and figments!!!