Scars!

Every smallest matter on earth is a balanced substance of impurities and goodness.

What could she become without those injuries on her arms?

How would she purely be made of just charms?

Everyone has weaknesses she just made hers into strengths

Yet, how would she fight others with her weak strengths?

Her balance was neat, as clean as walking on a rope

She held her dignity high and looked forward with hope.

Though she always knew the chances of tripping down were high

But she also knew there was one single chance of flying in the sky.

Everyone has a good and bad in them

One needs to understand what to condemn.

Nobody is perfect and never can be

But there’s always a way to be free.

It’s obvious the night wouldn’t be so perfect without the stars

One wouldn’t be so beautiful without those scars.