Some say scars are works of art

I disagree 

Scars are stories

Entire books filled with words

Each shouting for their tale to be told

Their unique anecdote begging to be heard

Carving their words into your vocal cords

Filling your lungs to the brim with the need to proclaim that you are strong

Scars are history

That is behind you, yet colours your future

They are warnings

For life not to mess with you

Because you conquered something that wanted to hurt you

 

Scars are your story

And I want to read every single line