I've got these marks
they litter both my wrists
dot the tops of my thighs
no stranger to my hips
a few on top my knuckles
white slices where my fingers join
all these marks consume my body
I see them everyday
constantly reminding me of my past
tearing down my pride
marks of weakness in dark times
but also
marks of how far I've come
these marks are scars
from a war I've won
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
