My Inner Battle Scars

• Rawda Alshroof, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2019

These scars do not reflect on the outside,It’s been cut in the inside,
Thoughts had become knives,Emotions became black holes.
But yet I press forward,Wondering the earth in wistful hope,
My mirth embellished through force,I was stuck, in a bubble,Of my own insanity,
But strangely, I held onto sanity.
These scars do not reflect on the outside,It’s portrayed on the inside,
My mind butchered by others inconsideration,Oblivious to another wound they had penetrated into my mind.
I don't follow my heart,Yet I follow the sound of it shattering.
These scars do not reflect on the outside, Yet they are branded inside,
In my mind,Where no one will notice,
Do not mistake this,This is not how I fell,
But rather how I had risen,How I came to accept my scars,
My inner battle scars.
Scars do not reflect my moment of weakness,But rather my moment of courage,