Do you see the scars I bear now?
they were cracks through which the light flowed.
I have preserved them from ages now,
like a flower from beloved, safe in a diary.
The callous world I faced everyday with silence,
masquerading the sheepish lot, I suffered violence.
Now, I can feel my scars shining like stars,
holding a story of my tainted past.
I perceive them as wounds oozing with experience,
a stairway to my friable dreams, beguiling new hopes with false appearance.
I possess them as a coveted reward,
earned by losing my essence, my emotions being charred.