Beauty Within Poem by Joanna Bulik

Each scar tells a story that nobody knows
You see, just take a look at my arms...
A tale, a story unfolds beneath my clothes,
Of the scratches, the cuts and the burns...

This mark right here, my mother gave to me
A birthmark is all I have left of her.
Just a stranger that left, when I was three
Every memory is just a painful blur.

This blemish right here, just a faint memory,
Of my early childhood years.
I grazed my skin, running wild and free,
It's a reminder of childhood fears.

This burn, oh dear what a memory it is,
When things began to fall apart.
I smoked my years, my life away like this,
Learning to fix my broken heart.

This deep scar, a flashback, I was all alone
It's my fight with my own self.
It's a time where the hospital was my home
A time I couldn't love myself.

Those flaws you see, are reminders of me.
They're a battle I have yet to win.
Underneath our skin, which eye can't see
Is a beauty we all have within.