A Paean to Scars

Do not mistake my scars for weakness,
each one touts strength I did not know I possessed,
strength that surprised not only me,
but those around me, friends and foes alike.

I no longer their ragged ugliness under yards of cloth,
but wear them openly, proud,
not of the missteps and madness that led to them,
but of devils vanquished, not in the night

but in daylight.

About this poem. 

I have discovered my wounds never heal until I expose them to air. Physical. Mental. Emotional. Spiritual. The theory holds.

Tom