Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac

An Ode to Scars

You all tell a story,
but the good ones are hidden.

Sometimes your bearers
don't even know you're there.
Sometimes they're ashamed of you,
but that's okay:

You wait and poke and prod
until they have no choice but to accept you.

Sometimes your bearers
only accept your presence.
Sometimes they accept you as a part of them,
and that's good:

You are a part of them,
and you're part of their story.

Sometime your bearers will realize
you made them stronger.
Sometime they will realize they're a survivor,
so don't worry:

They'll show you off eventually.