Scars
I have these scars, they mark my body
A window into my past
They’re discolored and harsh and raised above
Just like a sailing ships’ mast
I can see in the wandering eyes of some
The look of curiosity
As if these welted scars of mine
Desire their generosity
Because each strike, each line, each slash
is laced deep with my fear, my pain
But see, they also show that I
Can withstand the bloody rain
I’m still standing. Here I am!
I have not given up. I am STRONG.
These scars I have are my reminder
That I am not what’s wrong.
I’ve seen Hades – hell, I’ve lived there.
Once, that was all I thought I’d know.
Yet now my eyes have caught a glimpse of light,
And I’m no longer trapped below.
Every day remains its own journey,
But I’m beginning to enjoy them more.
Life’s little surprises, subtle gifts,
Are what I simply live for.
A while ago, I often laid at night,
Casting wishes to never wake up.
I still struggle, but at least now I have
Love and hope dripping into my cup.
My mother’s soft kiss, my father’s embrace,
The feel of the soft grass tickling my toes
Bless me with sweet dreams, and a powerful knowledge
That like the ocean, life ebbs and flows.