Scarred

This goes out to all the survivors, who proudly wear their battle scars both externally and internally. Fight on, warriors of life! 

 

You won’t immediately see it, but it’s there.

If you look a little closer, you’ll find that it’s unmistakable.

That mark. That permanent mark.

Once you see it, it becomes pretty hard to look away.

To some, it might look like an imperfection.

It’s a scar. Those are scars. She’s scarred. 

 

Because even if time does its magic,

And heals the wounds you’ve sustained,

There are some wounds that never do fully go away.

They leave behind scars.

Those marks. Those permanent marks.

That serve as a reminder of all the hurt and pain.

But more than that, it serves as a symbol of survival.

Those little blemishes are all that are left of that time.

You’ve done it. You’ve gotten through it.

So, never mind the stares of the ignorant.

Let them stare.

They have no idea what you’ve been through.

Wear those marks with pride.

They are proof of your strength.

It’s a scar. They are scars. We are scarred. 

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