burn

Like a scar on the bark of a tree,
where years and years of new growth build up around it,
trying to hide and protect the wound,
yet at the heart,
all life sustaining elements still travel through it,
around it, and near it.
A smoldering ember which lingers; waiting for something to extinguish the burn.
Love yourself, praise yourself, understand who you are
the scar will always be, 
but healing the pain will set you free.