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Scars

Posted on June 5, 2026May 28, 2026 by Editor Team

by Kyrsten Bowden

  • Scars /skärs/ verb
  1. The decorations of the human body or soul. Created by
                                                                                                        Accident
                                                                         Survival
                                        or Choice
    Bound to emotion, like kintsugi//understanding that damage becomes beauty.
  2. Not foul or ugly but rather full of history.//Each one different
    Size
                                                                       Shape
                                                                                                                                          & Journey.
    Fresh or part of the past//they last & linger//holding laughter, stupidity, or
    sorrow.//They’re there for every tomorrow, whether physical or mental//stabbed through
    seeping blood, or carved in bone, the heart remembers the piercing cold, the vorpal blade
    winning the throne.//The brain echoes the pain, in reflex, in fear, & in vain.//The
    unspoken pieces of the portrait matter//and DON’T let NOBODY shatter that
    image//Hell-//In fact//let them chatter.//Those scars, those marks//they’ve carried you up
    that Great Ladder.//Given you strength & passion//forged through pain turning into
    action, moments etched where healing took some traction,
    Some progress
    Some reaction
    Some caress
    Some adaption
    mapping out the lessons learned through trial & error.//They whisper where words failed &
    actions prevailed.//These marks, they don’t ask for permission to stand out permanently
    upon the surface.//They form from collision & friction.//Skin holding memory in pigment &
    tension.//Truth pressed deep intently//but not gently
    Not pretty
    Not quiet
    Not defiant
    Not clean
    Certainly not obscene,
    but elegant & seen.//Proof you’ve endured this horrific scene of bodies breaking, silence
    screaming, skin bleeding on tile, thoughts dancing.//Now glancing in the mirror, noticing
    what you carry, embody,//tales written, not apology//survival marked//without modesty,

    Scars
    The natural tattoos
    of the body

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