The Song of Scars

All my marks have memories

The Song of Scars

It’s not so hard to see past scars,

If all you see is beauty marks.

I have many of my own,

Many stories to tell, and I know,

You may have a few as well.

My skin is decorated, and yet

Could never show what my heart holds deep.

There are times I could not even speak of;

Stories untold since I remember them not.

Still, they are there to be glimpsed,

And if all they tell of is daring,

Well then all the more fun for us now.

Not all my stories are such, in fact

Some are rather unflattering…

Still, they are mine to recount.

I can only hope that

In their telling, you find

Some reason to think me beautiful.