She tried to hide her scars,
Turning it away from the world,
But, every morning when the sun shone on her,
She bared them, to be burnt.
The scars could not be seen,
But she knew that they were deep down there,
Stabbed by the knives of her maddening past,
Waiting to be healed everyday.
She let them hurt her, and hurt they did,
The scars they formed, would not vanish,
But what it was that she failed to see,
Was that you can be the vanquisher, or you can be vanquished.
Don’t let the past hurt you so much,
That the scars do not agree to leave,
Instead, provide yourself the soothing warmth,
And finally, you will observe that you are everything you need.