‘Scars’

I have a lot of scars,
And I love them all!

Forced to hide, under long sleeves, for pride.

They are not ugly,
They aren't hideous,
They are a part,
Of Who I am.

Reminds me of life,
Of the good things and the bad,
Like an anchor point
Taking us back to when it was real,
And happiness was just
Around the corner.

When mistakes were accepted,
And broken hearts healed,
And life was easy,
And we got away
From the pain,
with just them scars.