Scrapes and Scars
by Dora Packard

Memories of my childhood flood through my mind

Like waves from the ocean crashing through time


The traumatic events so fearfully entwined

With terrifying thoughts that race through my mind


I fold my hands together real tight

And pray to God to keep us safe through the night


Just a little girl with no way to help

Has a lot of heartache and guilt that is felt


The prayers through the night help overcome this fight

With scrapes and scars to help me along in life