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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