They say scars are only skin deep,
But there's a depth to these that I keep.
They remind me of what I've survived,
Of how I've learned to stay alive.
At times, they scare me, these traces of pain,
As if I am marked by what I can't explain.
But perhaps they are more than wounds to regret,
Perhaps they are lessons I've learned, not to forget.
In the silence, they whisper a truth I've known,
That without the scars, I'd never have grown.
So I wear them with pride, though they once scared me so,
They are proof that I've lived, and learned to glow.