Scar!

Scar.

I am a scar!
Am I ugly or beautiful?
I am the latter.

For some, I am the link to their past.
A sport played and won,
Or a fight to defend a friend,
A memory of an era gone by,
of their school days
And time spent in the playground.

For some, I am a beauty spot,
making the smiles more pretty.

For some, I am a sign of triumph,
Of battle with their cancers,
Of their fight with the burns.
They say we are strong,
Not to be broken or bent!

Some hide me with shame,
Some flaunt me with elan.
Some don me as a badge of honor.

I am a scar,
a link with your past,
of battles well fought,
a sign of triumph and victory!