Living with a scar

spilleronsheet

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 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2021 00:06
  • Category: Sad
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  • Vamsi Sudha

    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 !!!

    • spilleronsheet

      I will heed to your advice dear Vamsi
      Very true nature is the best teacher

    • Caring dove

      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 ..

      • spilleronsheet

        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

      • L. B. Mek

        '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)

        • spilleronsheet

          Thanks for such encouraging words
          I was drowned in grief
          But your words I will surely heed
          I will stand up again to fight

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          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.

          • spilleronsheet

            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

          • dusk arising

            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.

            • spilleronsheet

              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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