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
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2021 00:06
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Dear Spiller !!
Some Scars are very deep and they leave a everlasting mark in our lives. !! But lets look forward and move on.
A flower plucked leaves a mark, but the plant will not stop flowering and giving its freshness to the world. Lets take this in our lives too...Nature is our forever tutor !!
Very Deep Poem and I understand you wrote from depths of your heart !!!
I will heed to your advice dear Vamsi
Very true nature is the best teacher
I’m sorry , spiller … life can really cause us such misery and emotional pain . I can truly relate as I have been through so much . Sometimes I feel peaceful but then grief comes in again, over how unfair life has been .
I guess we can try to heal and move forward but I guess the sadness may stay a little / re surface
A well expressed , good poem ..
Yes dear Rose that’s what I am exactly feeling
In one word if I can speak it’s “overwhelming “
They say you have freedom to choose
But you can choose among the choices they provide with emotional touch to choose only what they want at the end
I really don’t know what is freedom of choice
'freedom of choice'
is having the capacity, to write
anything at all
but still choosing to write words
that only add
to the mountainous levels
of suffering
already depicted, in this world..
do not tempt fate, dear poet
if misery is all
that you: Choose
to see,
that overwhelming feeling
may soon become
your sea of dependency...
'fight!
fight to glimpse, that shard of hope
in your life
even if it be just a glimmer
of the sunrays, reflecting
on the barrel
of ill-fated consequence
blanking-out, your view
of the horizon's in life'
(you need not ask many
to realise
that misery
sure loves company)
Thanks for such encouraging words
I was drowned in grief
But your words I will surely heed
I will stand up again to fight
You tell the story so well, dear poet, that one does not need to have had first hand experience to identify with it. It took me there. Thank you.
Thank you dear reader
I know it’s not my story alone
We all suffering yet battling
Maybe sadness when shared it diminishes faster
I hope these miseries fade away soon and out courage becomes stronger day by day
So true. There are scars still quite alive in me from all through my life. Some are from my own stupidity and make me cringe to this day.
I cannot stop agreeing to what you said
Some were fated
Some given
And some stupidly taken
And they continue to live
And don’t know how long will they torment
No holy water can rinse it
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