My dearest scars

You are a sign of survival
The essence, definition of a fighting warrior,
Either visible or hidden, you are a symbol of bravery

You gave me a knock of a slight oblivious rage
Let the soul pour out a lavish smile of pride
You demanded
From a broken temple made of flesh 

You are a panacea of battles fought and conquered
Serendipity not, but eagerly obligated!
The dignity of my humanhood.
The symbol of my integrity.

To you is hidden a million intriguing reasons why
The reason you exist is perplexing yet amusing
And it is not a lie.

A mark only a warrior can imprint and proudly wear
A vanquisher, fighter… A true victor!
You are the symbol of beauty from where you exist.
You are not worth of a hide
I admire you
I embrace you.