I suppose,
I love my scars,
Because they have been there,
Longer than most.
I believe,
I love myself,
Because only I,
Know the pain of my heart.
For my scars,
Are remnants of the battles,
Fought inside my head,
At the dead of night.
And I wonder,
How many more are there,
That suffer,
For they long for freedom.
How many more,
Cry out,
Because they are unable,
To carry out their hearts' desire...
By Shamiah James Blugh
Scars
Published on Friday, 25th of June, 2021
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