A fine dry scar
Overlapping the other
On the back of my hand
Barely visible
Not at all painful
Just random lines
With no memory
No dreams
Like marks of black ink
Sketched on the walls
By impish kids
No barbarism
No accident
Meaningless marks
Of something
That never happened
Maybe ..
Just maybe..
It was sequin on a dress
Poor sequin
Or maybe
One of those
Few fat sand particles
Meddling with winds
That could be responsible
For the scratches on my face
Funny..
I know some people
Just like these scratches
Unnesary
Dreamless
Empty
Unsolicited wrinkles
On the face of earth
To remind you
That you got hurt
But in vain..
They dont know
How strong you can be
And how insgnificant they are..
..
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Heck yeah. Co-sign on that!
Here is to them losing their power to scar, even in memory.
Such a beautiful poem. You. Are. Great.
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Ahah 🙂 thank you.
Actually I do have to many scratches literally with no reason at all. Lol. Hence a poem…
Thanks 😊
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Put some Neosporin on it, that is what I would do.
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they arent doing anything.
thanks for caring though🙂
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Life can be so scratchy, intended or otherwise…. Beautiful poem 💕
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true that. thanks a lot 🙂
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Beautiful poem! Keep blogging dear ❤️
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Thank you 🙂
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My pleasure 💐
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