Embracing

It seems my bleeding past is over

Replaced by white scars

Dominating my entire arms

I no longer wear a windbreaker in this humid weather

No longer find the need to apply mismatched concealer on my skin

No more lands lost to new scars

I am embracing

And so have my parents

Who showed their concern

Why have they not faded after so long?

I was not aware you had so many...

I do not mind their comments

Or them noticing

However, I am still unable to voice out to them that

I love my scars

My scars are beautiful

And I have embraced them as a forever part of me

Because a little part of me is still afraid

That they want my skin to be back to porcelain perfection

Without any cracks just like my mom has birthed me