These Scars

They speak to me of freedom, of desperate days gone by
their beauty is immeasurable; sweet reminders of how I can choose life,
Live in the present, pleasurably and painlessly...one moment in time,
the time is now..now...and then
They never allow forgetfulness, yet are surprisingly forgiving
No repentance is necessary, just a shameless rememberance,
A nod of respect for the huge price one must pay to keep one's soul
They sing lovely and rythmic songs filled with pride
And I sway, I dance in the glorious knowledge that I would not change a thing
Even if I could,
These scars tell the tale of a strong and beautiful woman!