Scars

Scars, that adorn the flesh of every soul

Lustrous footprints of the past,

Embedded tales known to none but the bearer

Of conquests and regrets he once savoured.

 

Scars, some a distracting eyesore

Others hold greater prominence in mind,

But never will two men with matching score

Honour a moment together in time.

 

Scars, some man’s recurring nightmare

And some men’s eternal pride.

An undaunted purpose for the vengeful

At times, a symbol of eternal gratitude.

 

Scars, at times my very own,

In a stranger finds a home.

And some scars, a stranger’s even,

Sometimes becomes our own.

 

 

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