Look at the Scars

You trace the cracks along my skin, A map of where I've been. Each mark a storm I couldn't speak, A wound the world made deep. I wore my silence like a coat, Stitched heavy with regret. But shadows can't stay hidden when the light begins To set. Look at the scars, they're not just pain. They're proof I rose through pouring rain. Every cut, a truth I learned. Every burn, the fire I earned. They're not shame. They're not disguise. Look at the scars. Look in my eyes. The nights I bled into the sheets, No hand to hold, no sound. The mornings I pretended peace while ghosts still Walked around. I fought the war inside my chest when no One saw the fight. But now I stand with open sleeves beneath the Naked light. Look at the scars, they're not just pain. They're proof I rose through pouring rain. Every cut, a truth I learned. Every burn, the fire I earned. They're not shame. They're not disguise. Look at the scars. You say I should forget the past, Bury it in dust. But these lines are my compass, My courage, my trust. They're not chains, they're wings I've grown From every place I've walked alone. Look at the scars, they're Not just pain. They're proof I rose through pouring Rain. Every cut, truth I learned. Every burn, the fire I earned. They're not shame. They're not disguise. Look at the scars. So don't look away, don't turn the page. These marks are mine, I own this stage. Not broken, bolder, forged in fire. Look at the scars and call me Higher.