My Scars Are Beautiful

My scars may not shine like
the beautiful livingdaisy or
The Maroon bells
But in all my scars are me.

They are only but reminders of
The horrifying battles fought,
The arrows that pierced,
The penetrated bullets but
In all my scars are me


It compels me to bethink
The flight to the hills,
Tossels with higher wings,
My somber journey back,
I made wings with my scars for the are me

They are an evidence of my victory through the one who was first scarred for me.

My scars say 'I am strong, I live beyond existence'

not a scar can stop my sail to greatness,
guided by its lessons,
I see clearly the storms and icebergs.

 I Cherish those scars,
 My scars are beautiful.