Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing is not right.
You won the battle of good versus bad.
You are still alive and are no longer sad.
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.
Poem About Winning The Battle Over Self-Harm
Hi Sarah, Thank you so much for taking the time to comment on my poem. It really means a lot to hear that it helps you. I was worried initially to share my poem so publicly as it was...
Scars
Published by Family Friend Poems October 2015 with permission of the Author.
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Hi Addison,
Ah thank you so much for your really kind comment on my poem. It means such a lot to me and it is so moving to hear that this poem has helped you and I'm so pleased it has. I hope it reminds you that you are absolutely not alone in your journey and there's lots of us out there who have either previously experienced battles like this or who are currently going through them and who are rooting for you in your journey! Wishing you all the best with everything.