The scars carry importance, they remind you of the time when you were exhausted,
When you were tired,
When your patience was tried,
When you were minutes or even seconds away from giving up,
A scar doesn’t hurt, does it?
Pressed against it, Was another, a fresh one,
Doesn’t hurt, does it?
Broken multiple times, I found peace over the last few matches I could enjoy,
Insensitivity had crossed its limits,
As I stopped resisting, I found a beautiful way to deal with it,
I asked myself “Doesn’t hurt, does it?”
This time, I smiled,
Smiled my way through,
Everyone is scarred, they said,
Little did they know that few signed up for it!
Was I one of them? Or was I chosen to be one of them?
As I write a beloved story, I ask myself “Doesn’t hurt, does it?”
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I think everything happens with a purpose, Kalyan. These scars are great reminders of how brave we’ve been to survive whatever happened then. Not everyone does.
The best example is Jesus Christ, you don’t see him complaining about His scars. He wears them with pride and knows that without those he wouldn’t have been able to save our souls. 🕊️
Thanks for posting and have a blessed Sunday 🌅.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Kat. Appreciate it. And yes, its a long way home.
Hope you had/’re having an amazing Sunday too!! 💫
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Wow, a touching poem.
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Thanks for giving this a read and for your kind words, Pooja!!
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My pleasure!
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The scars from the past on your soul will glorify your survival.
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This is really heart-warming, thank you so much!!
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