Overcome

These blisters, these bruises,
These scars tell a story.
They document the moment
My life became gory.

I hated myself.
I hated my skin.
With such a self-loathing,
Nobody could win.

Pain meant control.
And control, I need.
The best way to see it
Is whenever I bleed.

I'm far too morbid.
I'm far too bleak.
Is this the only path
To the place that I seek?

The answer is no
My strength is within.
Hurting myself
Is no way to win.

We all have a story.
We all have a place.
We're in this together.
Life isn't a race.

So look at my scars
And tell me I've won
Because I have found strength
Because I've overcome.