Wounds are scars.
Have heard it often,
Now, its like a song
Time heals all wounds.

But little do we know,
That its only wound
That  may be healed
With time not scars.

Scars is often a remnant,
A remembrance of wound.
That though may fade,
But its ever there.

There for us to see,
There for us to learn from,
There for us to teach with,
There for us to live with.

The action that started it.
The reaction that causes it.
The lesson learnt from it.
All follows us to the grave.

While some  are stepping stones.
some are bridges to limelight,
Some of our scars are unending pits.
Some are the object of oblivion