Scars

I have my share of scars.
I’ve been cut, burned, broken.
I’ve bled as you have bled.
My scars are the witness
To my strength,
My perseverance,
The courage I possess.
Each scar reminds me to push through
Because I’ve already been through so much.
Life gets messy when you live it right.
There’s never an easy fix
And if it seems like there is one
It’s probably the wrong choice to make.
Healing is hard
And scars mark us.
But we are not wounded
Unless we just sit around and lick our wounds.
We are not victims
Unless we see ourselves as helpless.
We are survivors.
I am a survivor.
Strong.
Courageous.
Free to create my life!
--June 1, 2007