On Scars

when you truly accept yourself
when every moment feels like
one continuous breath
you become engulfed in a blessed pride
an authenticity, so righteous in its intensity
that your scars stop being
"their imperfections"
their shallow ass reflections, taken
without anything offered, as if

understanding could be attained in any other way,

and become badges, won
fighting the good fight
roaring in, ownership of their acceptance
imbuing you with a pure outlook
allowing you to, realize

far from hindrance
these are stories and lessons
that have chosen to stay with you
as a reminder of what's really important