Free verse, Poem

Day 67: Scars

Some scars
Are hidden behind layers of fear
Because you know
You should be over it by now
And yet the wound keeps bleeding
Toxic in its waste
Spewing venomous sounds
That build to words of doubt
Cripple the tongue
As it tries to deny
That this pain is not real
And this pain is no more.

Brave face forward
Move so fast
They can’t catch you
You won’t hear the words
That are said
The rejection of all you are
Rooted in high school memories
Childish taunts.


Take a deep breath
Say the thoughts
Before they are articulated
Throw up the walls
And wait.
And wait.
And wait…

Judgement in eyes,
Too slowly hidden
Connotations of an identity
Not born of the norm
Fears of being unique
Uncontrolled and savage
The abhorrence rides you
Chasing you like a thief
With unwanted bread
But still haunted because
It is not yours to take.

And so you keep running
Past the acceptance
Away from the love
Giving wounds no time to heal
Welcoming pain as the norm
Until you run out of track
Exhausted body lying on the Earth.

Here is the choice
Be an exhausted dust hidden body,
Or rise again
And race back to all
You feared to take.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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