TRUTH

She wears her truth on her arms

            Never to be forgotten.

Each day she waits for the marks to fade

Time is an eraser?

She tries to hide them when she’s out

People don’t understand.

But one day she sees the scars differently

Badges of courage.

Marks of where she’s been, who she is

The demons she fought.

So she walks a little taller, head a little higher

Because she is a survivor.

Because she is alive.