Scars

You said scars were a symbol of every time you hurt,

But the ones marking me were extremely worth it.

The scratch I got when I burnt my finger,

Learning to make coffee so your favourite smell could linger

When I cut my wrist only to recognize,

I had a life ahead with you, my greatest prize.

When I bruised my forehead in a bike accident,

‘Cuz I gave you the helmet, so much you meant-

The scar on my neck when matching tattoos we got,

So we were eternally connected for I love you a lot.

When you look at the mirror with a frown,

You forget the challenges you rose above, that made you drown.

Don’t shame your scars mi dear, treat them with love,

For they are your personal engravings from the almighty above.

Each scratch, each scrape each bruise be glad

They stayed with you longer than most people had.