This poem is for the old us.
This poem is for who we are right now.
This poem is for every unborn child.
This poem is for who we’ve yet to become.
One day, this body will bear signs of love
In form of scars.
They will be proudly shown off
Even when the skin won’t be so taught.
One day, you’ll see my skin
And you’ll see these scars as a form of art,
For they connect my skin to my heart
And tell you a story I may have
One day, I’ll stand before you naked,
While fully clothed,
And in my eyes
You’ll see the scars and the stories untold.
One day, my children will want to know
Why my skin still glows
Despite the scars that mark it
And the imperfections it holds,
And then is when I’ll tell them
About love in form of scars,
For love is that light you see with your heart,
Whose warmth you feel with your soul.
And that is why I stand tall
Proudly showing off my scars of love,
For every mark that love has left
Made me more beautiful.