Beautiful scars

Beautiful Scars

     Each one holds a story,
Each one made me stronger than the last,
Each one was bold enough to tell a soul,
Each one holds the truth of the past.

Dived into a bed of deception, and hurt.
Embraced all of the pain and cries,
Each story has an end
I stand, I look ahead, I rise.

Time heals all wounds, but yet, the scars remain.
What people see as evil, I see as beautiful
It is not what I lost, but what I have gained.

I am not the same, yet, the scars remain.
Each one holds a story,
Each one has an end,
Most defined, I call them beautiful scars.