Tales of the Heart

Scars

Flaws of one expectant of being flawed,
What makes a warrior called one?
Battles fought or ones fought and still, do stand like a fort?
Scars are not necessarily your fault.
They were just meant to come forth.

Look,
there in your face comes an Eagle,
With might intimidating,
Elegance aplenty,
You ever notice its scars?
Covered up they are, as hair do scalp.

Your scars are like thorns amidst a flowers,
its Longing for insects,
Its wait for sunlight; relative pains in waiting, but!
Wait, its scent does what to you?
Ride in seventh heaven I presume.

Scars are not necessarily chars.
They can be as gorgeous as the sky.
Don't be sad; your scars journeyed your path to mould you.
Are you ready?
To? Show its beauty to us of course!