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Living with a scar

It’s a never ending cycle 

a cycle of pain 

a deep seated scar resting within 

 

thought, the soul healed 

healed of the scars 

the scars of missing opportunities 

the scars of betrayals 

the scars of failures 

the scars of not matching expectations 

 

Thought, they were not anymore 

thought, they heal with time 

The scars of humiliation

still  left behind 

 

the wounds can be stitched 

the surgery heals 

but some scars tended or untented 

never heal 

 

thought, to let go of them 

thought, not to respond them 

thought, to turn a blind eye 

not to acknowledge with passing time 

 

years passed 

the soul survived 

mustering up courage inside 

Alas,

who thought the scars would resurface 

the wounds opened again 

 

sure the scars never heal 

there were no healers 

spectators called her weak 

dwelling and wasting emotions on monsters of mind 

 

but,

have those spectators lived in shoes of that soul 

the soul with scars 

 

how could they even criticise ?

 

they called her weak 

they called her, one who blames 

they called her insane 

 

maybe the soul’s only problem 

was persistence of living 

was her mistakes not believing 

was her dilemma to never step out 

in contours of others she kept dreaming 

 

only one thing she dreamed 

but, even in her dream 

they never left; to bat an eye 

calling her insane overnight 

 

the scars never heal 

you live with them 

until they get buried beside