Scars

Scars for some are bars

A forever reminder

Of the weakness

Of shame

Of pain

Shallow or deep

They mar our wrist

Our breast

Our thighs

Anywhere where prying eyes can not see

For others our scars stain

Our mind

Our souls

A broken reminder of a time when we were out of control

But light shall break the darkness

Our screams of survival shall overcome the silence

Let us shout from the mountain tops

These scars are not who we are

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