In his eyes, scars are beautiful.
Scars speak of pain,
Scars speak of brokenness,
But they also speak of survival and triumph.
They reveal how it was,
And how it happened over and over again.
The struggles and pain you encountered
On a daily basis.
You want to hide them,
And pretend they don't exist.
Whether its emotional scars,
Mental scars,
Or self-inflicted…
People can see them,
Some can see that you are broken.
Scars don't make you any less beautiful
Inside or out.
They show you have overcome obstacles;
We're stars and we're beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Scars are indelible marks of pain. They're reminds of triumphs over bad experiences. An insightful poem, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing.