The scars on our hearts,

Should be worn like medals,

As they are no longer fresh wounds,

They are proof of survival.

And those medals,

Are like an autobiography;

It tells the world your story,

Your journey of pain and recovery.

The scars on our hearts,

Can be utilized as a certification,

To assist those with bleeding gashes,

To give them the first aid they deserve.

Some can be thin paper cuts,

Others deep, relentless stabs,

But they are cured awards nonetheless,

Stunning, cured awards.

So don’t be ashamed of your scars;

Wear your endurance with pride,

And hold on tight if your heart is still slashed,

I promise your healing period is soon,

_You are almost there._