SCARS
Scars simply remind you that you survived
That you’ve been through some stuff
That you’ve shed some blood
But you are still here
Scars say to others, I am bad ass
I having a fighting spirit that don’t quit
I don’t give up, I don’t give in or give out
I make it through, and I find a way
Scars are like ribbons and medals
You’re standing up on the podium
You finished, you placed, you won
These scars are your trophies to display
These scars say a warrior resides here
Within the walls of this flesh that tears
And amongst these bones that break
Beats the stone cold heart of a champion
Scars allow us to reflect on the incident
Without the pain that accompanied it
To remember that we made it through that
And that, we can hold our own!
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'Scars say to others, *that I'm: badass!
I having a fighting spirit that don’t quit
I don’t give up, I don’t give in or give out
I make it through, and I find a way'..
(100% pure - unfiltered, Veracity
shared so as to empower
waning, life weary hearts!
thank you, dear poet)
Thank You, LB
You are quite the encourager. Oh how this world needs more people like you.
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