In love with my scars
Beauty leaves your side,
With age and time
Some fine day or some night
But your scars don't.
That smooth skin
Clear, supple, radiant
flawless covering you have
Makes you more insecure,
Than comfortable on your own
But your scars they don't give a damn about a thing.
They needn't be decorated
Taken care of, stressed over
Their beauty is mystic
With those rugged and rough edges
Bumpy, irregular surface
Nothing of them follows a rhythm
or any order
They don't care if you notice them
Shower some praise
They give a fuck,
Even when ignored.
They know what they are.
How much strength they behold.
Their capability,
The things they have seen,
The battles they fought
Won and lost
Yet stand brave, undettered..
Ready for more..
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