Over time, scars become part of us

They reflect the experiences we’ve had 

And hardships we have endured

They decorate our body

And tell a story to whoever is willing to listen

I have a scar on my wrist which I’ve had since my childhood

I don’t even think of it as a scar anymore

It’s just how the inside of my left wrist looks like

It happened when I was 5 or 6

I broke a glass window as I tried to stop myself

After having run towards it

I no longer remember the pain or the bloody scene

All I know is that I survived it

My breast cancer scars will become of part of me too

I’ll accept them and see them as a part of my healing

January 31st, 2023