Scarred, not scared

Shards of mirror everywhere, some stained with blood

She is wounded again, in places she can’t see

But the pain no longer induces tears

She knows she would heal, eventually.

Scars one too many. Scared? Not at all

She wears those marks with pride

Keeps a count, like a child with marbles

At night, some of these glow.

She knows hers is a different story

Unlike the ones you usually see on Insta

But wavers not as she turns the page
For another perilous adventure.