Scars

I feel blessed to have them,
and I wear my scars with pride.

E stare,as I walk around with them,
enjoying my moment of lime light.

Everyday struggles keep them fresh,
and I relieve my self as I bleed through them.

I remember the moments when I got each of these,
in both victory and defeat alike.

Each moment when I love or fight or live or die,
my scars are my strength , my aide.