Battle Scars

Even though she wasn't perfect,

She loved herself anyway.

Long forgotten were the sleepless nights,

Worrying that she wasn't the same as everyone else.

She knew that she was different,

From the way she thought,

To the way she talked-

And how she looked.

Her scars both physical-

And metaphorical,

Bore a resemblance to who she once was,

And who she wants to become. 

For her,

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

Wasn't just a saying,

It was a tried and tested theory,

That she had proven.

And she knew,

This was what differentiated her.

It made her see the world,

Through a tainted lens.

Which bought her,

More beauty, compassion and understanding,

About how life works,

Than most people her age.

She was proud,

Of the person she used to be,

And even more proud,

Of the person she had become.

She would always carry with her,

The scars from each challenge,

Because she knew, that every day she was still alive,

Was a victory.

It only seemed fitting,

That she wore her battle scars on her sleeve,

As a sign of her success,

From battling her demons,

So she would always remember,

That she had won. 

Reviews

[Duckey]

Very beautiful poem. Says a lot about who it was based on in very few words which is a very impressive thing you have accomplished. I really like how it flows and the story it tells. Well done, keep it up!