a little something i wrote… (pt. 2)
Scars — (poem)
A receipt of pain,
A moment in our life that’s non-refundable,
Nor can it be exchanged or returned.
When we were younger we were told those
Our cuts, scrapes, and bruises were “Ow-ies”
We were told to cover them,
Rub them,
Treat them,
And not to scratch at them, or they’ll become…
They’ll become a bookmark,
Reminding us of a day that once was,
It tells the story,
Speaking our truths even when we don’t remember.
They inspire us,
As to many people scars are an entry-way into a new life
Cut tissue, bruises, and that scar is what brought them to where they are,
Wear them with honor, as evidence you’re living proof,
Because at the end of the day,
It's just a scar.
