Scars

Scars they are,

Scars that are left behind.

Scars of victory,

Scars of love,

Scars of pain,

Scars of guilt,

Scars that remind you of a time,

That can never come back,

Of time that has tested everything,

The love that bloomed and faded,

The glory that was earned and lost,

The gain that was laced with pain

And healed with time.

The rain that poured heavily and dampened the spirits,

The sun that rose and set to rise again,

The birds that left at every dusk

And the solitude you made peace with,

The people who came into your life,

For a purpose, for a lesson, for whatever

And chose to leave sooner or later.

Scars they are,

That remind you of good and evil,

Loss and attainment,

Life and death,

Scars that stay whether or not you want them to,

Scars that refuse to fade away with time,

Scars that keep reminding you what you are,

And make you ponder what you will be,

Scars that have become a part of life,

Whether you want them to be or not,

Scars that we have accepted and surrendered to,

Just like an alter soul that cannot be detached in a lifetime or more.