Scars that mark my body from the wars that I have won,
Receipts from every battle without bullets or a gun
Wounds no longer open, getting stronger as they healed,
Remnants of the way I used my body as a shield
Crevices and cracks I once thought showed me to be weak,
The physical manifestation of what happens when you don’t speak
With age and time comes wisdom and a better sense of self
An understanding that my body is the bank of my life’s wealth