THE STRENGTH IN OUR SCARS

(For every soul who wears their wounds like stars)

My scars are proof of battles I have won,
A topography of trials, carved and done.
Each mark—a memory, a tale to share,
Of pain endured and strength laid bare.

They whisper stories—tears, and silent cries,
But also healing, hope that never dies.
Each scar—a guide, my compass through and through,
A map of storms I’ve fought and journeyed through.

These lines, once wounds, now constellations gleam,
Not flaws, but frames of every shattered dream.
For in each trace, a rising truth is seen—
The strength in scars lies deep beneath the skin.