On a Day a Friend Needed a Reminder (as did I)

Scars are what make her.

Each one a story,

She uses them like a roadmap 

Etched into her skin.

Scars are her beauty marks.

The intricate ins and outs of which,

She sees as a rite passed

A lesson learned.

Scars are her reminder. 

What others see as a blemish,

On the skin, on the soul;

They are the building blocks of her flourishing spirit.

They are the foundation of her past

Which shed dappled morning light on her present 

Which guide her future. 

They are what make her. 

And she is beautiful.