Beautiful in Scars

See me in all my broken glory
Find me beautiful after
You count the scars that
grace my skin like stars,
marring the quiet darkness
of a moonless night.

Let me kiss the bruises
love left behind when
she abandoned you.
I want to know you in the ways
you are afraid to show.

We are not fragile things.
We are built from the fractured shards
others left behind when they
believed we were vanquished.
Now we are mended with gold and blood
and time and the tenacity of pulling through.