Scars

I wasn’t the one, that 

I was, long before. 

The kid in me swam 

way back, long ashore. 

Heart of mine throbbing,

hurt, harmed and painfully tore. 

Skin, bone, eyes 

and mind, drenched and sore. 

Taught me a lesson, which 

forever, the soul may bore. 

Etching the pain and misery 

deep, hard and struck to the core. 

It is not the scars, but the 

Lessons, is what I adore. 

Made me strong, made me survive 

Like never I have thought before.