The Scar

I stand in front the mirror and smile

I stare at my self and wait for a while

Willing myself to change, to change

And I'm still me, it is so strange

I raise my shirt and study my skin

Soft and smooth, curving in

I look at the scar which marks my side

I study the scar that spreads wide

I go back to that horrible scar

Like a lightining bolt, my skin its marrs 

A part of me which I cannot hide

Acceptance raises the fallen pride

I look at the scar, and there it stays

A patch of skin that's dark and raised

I smile and the scar, I trace it's shape

I see no reason to find an escape

The heart in me with good pride swells

Thank you scar, you taught me well. 

A/N: Always nice to have a moment to accept one's self. ;)