Poem: Grateful

 

Jagged scars

Red and blue bruises

All your actions

All your words

Left markings on my body.

You thought brought me down

Pushed me to my breaking point.

But through my battles

through my falls,

I found myself rising,

emerging from my tears.

Now I don’t see my scars as pain.

My scars tell my story.

My bruises tell my history.

I am the Phoenix,

rising from the ashes.

Now my battle cry is loud and clear,

Every pain, every tear

Has brought me to this moment.

Now, I look in the mirror

Can only think one thing

Grateful.