Don't worry,
Scars are just
Memories
I like to hold
Close.

They are my dearest friends.
They were formed by "I'm sorry's" & "I didn't see you there's".

Some are jagged,
Some are rough,
Others are hardly noticeable.

But they're there, etched into my fair skin.
Burned deep within the chasm of my mind.
Echoes of the past lives that I've lived.

Scars are not sins.
Scars are not gruesome symbols of lost hopes
They make us who we are.
They make me who I am.
And we will grow from them.