we all have them, though some are invisible.
sometimes i wish i could get rid of mine
while other times i’m glad for the constant reminder
that humans aren’t perfect
so i shouldn’t expect myself to be.
i think about the reason for my scars
some were accidental
some were intentional
and while i have no problem with people seeing the accidents
i feel as though i should hide the intentionals
telling myself lies
about why i should hide
why should i hide?
who gives a fuck what others think
my story gives life,
for when i sink
God shows me how to swim
for when i’m lost
God shows me where i am
for when i cry and am unsure
God shows me who i am
so maybe my scars
are just another reminder
of God’s mercy and grace
and the unfailing love God has
that no one could ever replace.