Theses scars I wear
Don't compare
To the hurt and pain
From me going insane
Of living my journey of which I've been given
the crosses I bare
With my gray hair
is a reflection
of the infection
wounds healed
and forgiven
let it be written
I have been smitten
with to just surviving
but by enjoying livin
My scars
Remind me I am a gift
Not a burden
A prize
Not a shot of bourbon
To be drink and swallowed
But to stay on the path no other can follow
My Scars
Were designed
To make me kind
Gentle and humble
For those times when fall
Or stumble
My scars
have set me free
happily I
walk and reach for the clounds
and the sky
no longer ashame
out of the closet
No need to hide
My scars
are me
let your be you
Accept them
and find peace
let you Value incease
My scars
Are me
I no longer RUN
It is Done
I have Won
My Scars
can make me weak
I can't accept defeat
I stand proud in
my jouney
cause though all my pain
I'm finally love what has become
ME
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker.
