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turning my old scars into new ones. using a new kind of pain to cope. not my best work, but I liked it nevertheless.

everyone heals in their own way

for me that healing process is through pain

but not the same pain it used to be.

Yes I do still have some visible scars

all down my legs.

but I wear them proud,

I rock my shorts

and I love my swimsuit

they start a conversation,

yes people stare.

that's OK with me.

but now I use pain in a whole new way

I get those old scars covered with new ones.

ones with reds, blacks, blues, purples...

Beautiful scars...

Tattoos

when that initial pain hits you, from the needle being punched into your flesh

suddenly all the old pain leaves my body

because I know that in a few hours, those old scars will be something new

something beautiful

something to make people stare.

something where someone can ask me about it

and I can tell them who I used to be

and who I am now

and then is when people realize, 

they aren't alone. 

someone else has gone through what they have

some people hide their scars...

I embrace them.

I love them.

ask me about them,

I will gladly tell you. 

Author's Note

ignore spelling and capitalization errors please. Let me know what you think!