Scarred
We all bear the scars of our past,
Scarred both mental and physical govern our actions,
Scars of failure wreck havoc on our mind,
Scars of rejection destroy our heart,
Scars of depression cover our skin,
Scars are reminders of who we are,
Of what we have been through,
Our scars are never the end,
But the beginning of something new,
We decide how we carry our scars,
We dictate what those scars mean,
The past does not decide our future,
Our scars are just one part of us,
Not our definition
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Despite the one line at the end, I love how the poem flips at the middle. In the first half, the scars lead the lines, but in the second half, they become predicates. To me, that shows learning and mastery of the scars and the stories and lessons they tell. We gain control of the story and what created the scar, and that’s what makes this poem so beautiful. Thank you.
I love what Philip said. What a good idea for a poem, a meditation on scars.