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.
