Writers 
Stories written on the flesh are scars.
Inside, there are reminders of battles that have been fought.
Of tears that were shed, of pain, they tell.
Of our worries and restless evenings.
Some wounds are buried far within,
where hidden hurts and sadness lurk.
Though unseen by each passing eye,
They possess the power that allowed us to attempt.
A scar is not something to be ashamed about.
Additionally, it does not mean that we were defeated.
It indicates that we stood firm during the difficult times,
And showed how strong our hearts were.
Like shattered glass that catches light,
Our scars may uplift our spirits.
Pain teaches us lessons.
And provide our injured spirits with fresh wings.
Don't be embarrassed about where you've been,
Beauty resides in places that are not visible to the human eye.
The cracks we bear, the tears we weep,
never-dying seeds of strength.
Some people evaluate the wounds they observe.
Not being aware of what it required to be free.
But all the injuries time has mended
Develops into an undeniable truth.
Wear your scars with courage and grace,
Every mark has a specific location.
You are not shattered; you are a star.
Just like you, sparkling brightly.
