Tattooed Scar

I watch you lean against the wall, and I know what you're thinking. You know I'm watching you, and you keep your back to me. One week home, I can understand you wanting to hide yourself from me. Thinking back, you thought your tattoo would eventually cover your scar, but it didn't. And I know you're afraid. Afraid of what I might say. I wish you would turn around, so I could look at you. You don't have to show me your bruises; I still love you. I just want you to hear what I have to say, to you. Take a look in the mirror. You're still the same woman, that I always loved, years ago. You're still you, even if you don't think you are. You're absolutely beautiful. Just take a glance and you'll see. It is just a scar. And the most beautiful part about all of this, is that you're still here to view this vision.