Scars

SCARS

The scars on my body

Each one tells the story of adventure

I wear them as a badge of honor

Proud that I still play in the dirt

That I haven’t lost my inner child

That I don’t live complacent & asleep

That I’m willing to explore what’s possible

That beauty exists in the imperfections

But there are scars you can’t see

And the stories that go with them are seldom told

Not because I’m ashamed or embarrassed

Not because I’m shutting out the past

Not because the pain is intolerable

But because they no longer control me

They are no longer me

Just things that happened

Stories, and simply that

Healed reminders

And no longer wounds

Just... scars