Scars

I wake up with a hundered scars each morning, And don't know from where even one came from. Neither I am as klutzy anymore as I used to be, Nor I have passion for conjuring pain to myself. I just ponder why don't I avoid them, even though I could do very little with my sub consciousness. Maybe a few scars won't be any harm. Maybe they are medals of battles I never knew I was fighting. Or that you never knew I was fighting. Maybe these are victories we all are too shy or ashamed to be galored of. I let them stay as they are. Leaving more of them to come. I will stay the way I am, I will pray you can accept them.