These Scars

I love these scars
These wand’ring lines
Some knotted, dark
Some silken, fine. 

They speak of pain
Of life well lived
They mark the years
Of take and give.

They mark mistakes
And deepest sins
When sadness fades
And hope begins.

Some turn away
When first they see
But what they fear
Is what made me.

The cages built
Of one’s own mind
Are hardest yet
To leave behind.

The lessons carved
With sharpest knife
Are lessons learned
For one's whole life.

I felt my pain
I paid my toll.
What broke me most
Has made me whole.

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~TheTexasLass