On the surface, I bleed like everyone else.
I feel pain, I cry, I get upset.
But my scars... to me.. are my medals of valor.
My scars are my reminder: I lived, I fought, I overcame the odds.
They are proof that I lived my life fully and without regret.
I wear them proudly; on display for the world to see.
I hope... someday... someone will.. will recognize the scars of a triumphant warrior.
Or... will my scars ward them away.
It matters not!
My scars are a part of me, and YOU will have to take me as I am... all of me.
Scars and all.
The blood, sweat, and tears of a life.. lived to its fullness.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. By Nasukra Tsuki
Poetryinspirational poems/ self help works. If you have an idea for a story, write it. Even if you never benefit financially, your story will forever have been told. Any use of these works without the written and signed consent of Nasukra Tsuki is prohib...
