Scars

 

One by one it builds up.

Some visible and some cut through the heart

Longing for a balm that soothes.

But there is none!

 

Some are etched forever, some fades.

New ones take over to thicken the skin.

Trying to walk steadily with the stumbling steps.

But it is hard to break the fall!

 

Courage creeps up like a bamboo shoot.

Giving wings to fly far and beyond.

Hoping for that strength to soar

From the hell of pain and loneliness.

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