You’ve traveled, you’ve
wandered, your scars tell the truth-
You have no place to hide.
The sneers and scorn make
sharing impossible.
You’ve kept it locked inside.
The wondrous treasure that you
are
Has ever had to retreat,
Till someday upon your road
Grace, unearned favor, you’d
hoped to meet
To lighten your grievous load…
To grant another chance…
To give a grief-crippled warrior
A stronger stance.
For warrior you are.
Great wounds you bear.
Each gives those unworthy
An excuse to point and stare.
Is this journey now the burden
You never thought it would be?
Have tears and sweat blinded you
To the beauty you wish to see?
You should know by now
The great strength that, inward,
lies.
In your heart and soul is where
True power resides
Growing strength is beauty.
Beautiful you’ve become.
With everything you are
Each scar is a precious one.
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