The wound and the scar

They said to hide it underneath concealer
They said it looks bad
They said the wound is healed, why not let go of the scar?
I said because it reminds of the battle I’ve won,
Of how I’ve travelled to the end of the world to look for my sun,
Because it’s a souvenir of the dark places I’ve been to,
Because it becomes my vision when I forget what to view,
Because
It’s a reminder of why I am alive
And of how i survived
To them , it might be an ugly scar
 But to me , it’s my north star.