I carry a small bandage in my pocket,
This tiny fix knows how to conceal
Small scars that won't ever heal,
Due to life's painstaking laments,
And life's soft torments.

I keep it close, you see.
Because life's a teacher
hidden in disguise, to me.
Revealing short lessons in hidden moments,
when small scars start to bleed.

I tread with care where life implies
Because slight mistakes can open
Unhealed scars, so dreadful.
Quiet badges of time, where
Some wounds may linger
Through life's lessons whisper

Although this bandage won't mend
The scars fully,
But it's enough to keep the edges entirely.
To shield myself from lingering wounds and scars,
And to continue on this challenging journey,
I will keep this bandage in my pocket.