The Scar Gardens

Be proud of your scars

The ones inside and out

They are stories

Some you might be to afraid to tell right now

But you will find the courage

To bring them out to the light

And expose the blackness for what it is

A shade of light

It’s only when we start loving what’s inside

The good and the bad

The light and the dark

The things that make us human

That we will truly love ourselves

I spent so much of my life





In it all

Rather than accepting it all

Hugging it

gentle, strong, james dean

Because by embracing it

I embrace myself

Instead of fighting it

I am at peace with myself

The past is a tricky thing

One that can destroy you or make you

Or, it may even permanently control you

Dictating your every move

You can live blind if you live from the past

You can live clearly if you live with it

You can’t take it personally

The things that people have said or done

Most of the time, it’s not even about you

And if I look at myself

And put myself into anthers shoes

Who may be hurt by something I’ve done

I realize that it was usually because of my own fears

Having nothing to do with them at all

Living scared isn’t living

A petrified life is exactly like the tree that has been battered by the elements

Frozen in time


Rooted but never going to impress anyone again

With how tall it grew

We are not celebrated by how safely we lived life

We are celebrated by the times we courageously fought in the arena

Win or lose

At least we were on the hard dirt floor 

Fighting for something we believed in

Whatever that may be

At least we fought for it

Instead of letting it pass by us

– Evan Sanders 


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  • Nephila
    July 31, 2014 at 1:23 am

    “He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
    And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’

    I’ve always thought no sane person chooses to go to war and no one chooses to be cheated on. But we can still be proud of how we survive it.

  • persistantlyhopeful512
    July 31, 2014 at 8:19 am

    All I can say is, thank you! I really needed to be reminded of this.

  • donnamariecarey
    August 2, 2014 at 3:34 am

    Great piece. I have often called my Irish side in to make sense of the suffering with a story… to remember and celebrate the scars. You are so right, nobody gets through life unscarred, nobody!

  • purplecactusdesign
    August 3, 2014 at 8:42 am

    A very nice piece with a great message.
    Love these lines “Win or lose. At least we were on the hard dirt floor”