I love my scars
They are long
And ugly
They twist my skin

I love my scars
They are thin
And many
They mar my hips

I love my scars
They are white
And bumpy
They criss-cross my body

I love my scars
Because they showed me
My darkest hours
All in one little line
They give me strength
Never to return there

Because I may love my scars
But I do not need more
For I am past the point
Of collecting scars