My Body Is a Scar
My body is a scar
chronicled in stories of brokenness,
with pieces of shame and regrets.
sometimes I fling these pieces
but then they return
in memories of hurt.
Most times, I ask myself;
Of what use is beauty if there are no scars?
Of what use is healing if there are no wounds?
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