Scars

Sometimes I ask myself, how long do I keep pretending,
So that these scars finally stop existing.
I divert my mind to focus on the more prominent things in life,
I channel my energy to strive for what is right.

I work and study relentlessly throughout the night,
Trying to choke my heart with the help of my mind.
Hoping it will ease the torment of these scars,
I kill my emotions and go numb for long hours.

I travel to places, trying to find my earlier self,
I write, I laugh, but even that doesn’t help
‘Cuz these scars are etched so deep in my heart,
That wherever I run to, I can never get a new start.

At times I wonder, why life is so cruel.
How exactly can one win this duel –
Where your own mind re-inflicts these scars on your soul,
Can I ever go back to being as happy and whole?

Day after day I fight these battles,
Hoping to win the war someday.
But how long before I’ll finally get to settle
With someone who reflects the serenity of the bay?

Sometimes I ask myself, how long do I keep pretending,
So that these scars finally stop existing.
Only to realise that they make me what I am-
The mark of a warrior who’ll never be the same.

14 thoughts on “Scars”

  1. The emotions in this one are so strong. It’s like I can almost hear your inner turmoil. Beautifully written, Amrin!

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