Scars of Love
Scars of love, I wear them with pride,
Like sacred remnants of a time gone by,
I’ve loved, I’ve suffered, been torn apart,
Yet still, I stand, determined to defy.
I remember their gestures, their words so sweet,
The moments of grace, the fiery nights,
I also remember the pain, the chaos complete,
The tears I shed, the wounds they’d ignite.
I look back now, at love’s deep gashes,
Indelible marks of my battles and strife,
I keep them close like medals, like badges,
Symbols of my strength, my resilience, my life.
Though my heart may be battered and bruised,
It still beats strong, still ready to rise,
The scars of love are but nails, to be refused,
Driven into my heart, but not enough to dim its light.
Mirval****
