The Beauty in your Scars


Has anyone ever told you that there is so much beauty in your scars?

We met at a time with your wounds were still scabs that I constantly picked at.

Revealing the hurt and pain I thought would never heal.

Scared and apprehensive of my own heart.

I couldn't trust myself to be open or care because I didn't want to nurture

anything that could flourish into the possibility of a fresh start with someone

new.


But you and I became hooked on the commonalities of the simple things

and the physical attraction.

I fell into your trap with the determination to keep the upper hand.

I faced you with the evils of truth.

You bared your scars before me, teaching me the ways of you.

With every story, different emotions manifest in your voice and physicality.

I was intrigued by your happiness and pain, but more so by your strength to

heal.

Your visible scars healed showing me where the blood left your body.

But your invisible scar showed me the complexities of your being.

Where the heart, mind, and soul fought to stay alive.

I knew you were no simple man, so I began to prepare myself to accept it all.

Because there is so much beauty in your scars.

So much strength in your soul.

So much knowledge in your healing period but it also gives me the strength to

heal and see the beauty in my scars.



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