These scars are real, they come from real wounds of wretchedness, they grow and they grew too manyYet these scars have made us stronger, reminded us of our past and defined our future. Yet these scars have given us courage and determination to conquer all in our pathStill, these scars define where we came from and what it took to get here. These map shaped scars never -not once- let us forget the price of goodness, the fulfillment of friendship and the unique beauty of lifeThese scars are reality, they speak louder than words. They comfort more than hugs. They fulfill more than promises seen throughThese scars symbolise the toil of our lives and the price tag of our choicesEven though their wounds were painful and long, they have truly strengthened us and made us incredibly brave. They have forever marked our livesThe poet is a 16 year old teenager
