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