Literature
Scars
Scars (Recovery)
My soul is the colour of midnight,
All blacks and blues and shining stars.
This entire life has been a fight,
And I proudly wear the scars.
Though not all of them can be seen,
Some reside deep within my heart.
Many fear the places I've been,
For they know it tears me apart.
But I am no longer that girl,
No longer swayed by simple words.
Tired of pain, I gave life a whirl,
Comforted by the song of birds.
Here I am today, still alive,
Taking the life I have in stride.
Because within me, there is a drive,
To fight the scars and live with pride.