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.