Scars

Scars are what they are
The breaking of the flesh
What men treasure most
Laid open in a painful burst
Freshly exposed to  all

Scars are what people see
The joining together of the broken
What men treasure most
What is not  known in the visual
But seen by true seer's

Scars are what we hold
The things we grasp tightly
What men treasure most
Held hard fast deep in our souls
Cherished by their owners

Scars are what we seek
The finding of what matters
What  men treasure most
The treasury of who we are
Found on heart bloodied parchment

Scars are what we want
The truer self reserved
What men treasure most
Making our appearance  weaker
Knowing they have made us stronger