Proud Of My Scars, a poem by Drem about self-harm and surviving abuse

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xoxo

Drem

Proud Of My Scars, a poem by Drem

November 2013

“Tripping

into this in-between

semi-awake

conscious state.

Alert

but not as cognizant

as I once was,

as I used to be.

Here,

my legs are long enough

to touch the ground,

my toes are in the sticky sand.

I used to be

the currents

in the oceans

pushing my own destiny

any way I pleased.

But,

then I tripped

and here I am.

Trapt…

stagnant.

I don’t dream ideas

so I don’t want to

sleep.

I can’t escape

or change my movements,

or my thoughts,

the routines of my days.

So I don’t want to wake up.

Layer upon layer

of ugly memories

filled up my compact mirror.

Nothing could hide

these dark circles

around my eyes,

and the scars I have

that cover

this body of mine.

But, a part of me

is proud I have them.

Battle scars

won on troubled nights.

They’re proof I lived.

They’re proof I’ve been alive.

You hear me,

damn page!

My pen claims I’m alive!”


7 thoughts on “Proud Of My Scars, a poem by Drem about self-harm and surviving abuse

    1. Thank you. But believe me, I do have light. All the pain I feel, I write it down and am then able to close the book and move forward with my life.
      For me, having scars are just proof I lived. I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m not ashamed I’ve lived.

      Now, for physical pain yes give me some magic! CHEMO SUCKS!
      xoxo

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