The Scar

Aww, the clot mechanism.

Now that our souls embrace their shadows
Let me open my veil and show you that thing
The one I picked carefully
Lost it carelessly
I was strolling on the lush grass with him
Not for long, because I fell
A blade of grass cut me
Oh my, how intense it was
A fresh wound, he drew on my heart
Burning like a kindled flame
Crimson imbued more than the darkest red rose
I thought it was pleasure in guise of pain
But no, my heart was actually bleeding
He left me alone, with the wound
Subjected to Worse.
The wound stabbed me
Like a machete
And I too didn't back out
The wound closed eventually
A dark patch on my heart like it stays
I told you, I have a dark side, this is it
You see this, a scar on my heart?
Worry not dear..I love you
It is a Scar closed long back
Not an open wound, won't hurt me again
And I dare to love you

If you ever draw a wound on me
I will bleed, I know
It doesn't change the fact I believe
Someday, the wound would be a Scar too.

Reviews

[amrit]

apt use of words at apt places .. emotions coming out so well .. i liked the way u shaped the ending .. :)

[Namrata]

Well, Thank you Amrit.

[Matching Socks]

What a unique way of looking at it. :)
Nicely penned.
Sometimes the scar tissue that builds can make us less penetrable too. :)

[Namrata]

Thank you for stopping by.
And I keep wishing more people realize how a scar makes us stronger.

[Matching Socks]

My pleasure. :)

[Edward Lancheister]

nice written a different point of view about scars, struggle in life. i enjoy reading line by lines.

[Namrata]

Glad you do. Thank you. :D