Scars on the maze

Again, I did it. 

The very same mistake over and over.

How many more times do I have to commit it to understand?

Why can't I ever understand?

Why is it so difficult?

I'm stuck in a maze, 

Some areas have dead-ends, some don't.

And yet, even though I'm supposed to be moving forward, 
I can't.

I'm going backwards, 

Back to the same dead-ends, 

On and on. 

Why? Is it part of the maze?

Is it a part of life?

No, the answer isn't that simple. 

It never is. 

Maybe I should leave a few cuts on the wall. 

A scar to remember, a memory to hold it. 

Then, it will defeat all.

For if I were to turn around and stumble backwards again, 

I would see the scar and I would know.

And I would understand. 

What my scars hold.

Author's Note

This poem is about not forgetting one's mistakes. It is about understanding what went wrong and moving on. It is not about cutting one's self or destroying anything. It is about knowing that you are going to commit the same mistake again but when you see the scar, you remember the fault in what you are doing and then you take a different path. Because this time, you know what to do.

Reviews

[Karen Arizona]

Scars on the maze by Endless Flight is sad. I may have misinterpreted but I felt the writer wasis punishing himselfherself for being human. Maybe bad choices andor "mistakes" leave a mark in our life but the scar heals. I think life teaches us where and how to find the ointment. 'Scars on the Maze' is a reflective look at things. I like it.