Scars

We all have them, be they physical, psychological, emotional, or spiritual.

From all the stupid things we did as a kid, both unintentional and

Self-inflicted from trying to repeat the actions depicted on TV,

To the wounds from our first serious break up,

Our scars make up the core of our character

And are boons that shouldn’t be hid away.

Every day we get new scars from the demons we must slay,

But I’m here to say we needn’t shy away or hide.

Instead, we should wear our scars with pride.

Why?

Because they are a reminder that we’re still alive,

That we survived,

That life has thrown a bus at us,

 But they roar loud and clear,

“We’re still standing.”

 We have nothing to fear because

We’ve faced death and we’re still here.

This poem is meant as a lyrical miracle,

A salve to solve your tears.

We need not heed our nightmares

Because our scars are our trusty steed

And will see us through the darkest night.

All we need do is remember our scars are near

 And we will find our inner light.