Bearing Only A Scar

Brought down by my 

undoing, I lay wounded, slowly 

dying by a double sword.

One severing my heart, the other

soothing the ache— whispering 

she was a risk, with no reward.

Red flags led, and deceived me,

worsening the bleeding,

so I waved the white flag 

— bearing only a scar.

—JG  ©2026