She Hid her Scars
Like the moon, on a dark night.
Being there
But not visible to plain sight.
She was afraid to show her vulnerability
to the world outside,
Anxiety, Anxiousness, Depression
Demons Screaming inside her mind.
Scars over her body,
and her life.
But as the time passed
she accepted,
that they were a part of her life,
A better part;
She Realised.
And started taking pride,
For those were just not the scars
But the story of her life,
A story about how she survived.