Badges of Honor

Badges of honor, my scars I wear, having after they wore me. My battle deaf cry rang screamed into one, who I was all the one who mattered it be heard. Wetted steps in dark, treaded, lonely but not alone walks, reflecting tears lit my way. Loathing the dirty pulling, I forged forward and pushed mightfully against the staining pull. And crossing safety's borderline, I RAN, being sure to leave the shadows in my wake. - Ryan Roxley