Scars Poem by Christina Kosemund

These scars, some made
By myself
Yet others surely
Played their part
Are markers of
My yesterdays
But callers toward
A brighter day

These scars, some deep
Some deeper still
Some barely scrape the surface
But they are still there
They add on top of each other
No inch of skin to be seen
They serve as a painful reminder
Of how I could have been

These things I do regret today
But it was meant to be this way
Now all that i can do is pray
That things won't always stay the same