What was once a wound
Is now merely a scar,
What was deafening pain
Is now an echo from afar…

The scar is a reminder
Of an experience well earned,
The echo; a reminiscence
Of a lesson well learned…

I carry my scars with pride,
As though they were a crown;
Every mark on my face and body,
Every wrinkle, every frown…

I am the queen of my castle
And, in this castle I have survived,
I have battled; lost and won,
But after each fight, I have revived…