“Even the scars of my decisions”
--Adrienne Rich
As a poet
I know the poetry of fate,
Of life
Revealing itself
Through
Luck, fate, decisions made.
Rich was right.
Decisions leave a scar,
An imprint on our souls
That we carry with us forever.
My scars shall haunt me till my final days here on Earth
And then they will follow me to my grave.
They mark every step I take
And mar every aspect of my essence.
My scars,
I carry with me.
Scars of battles fought
Won and lost.
Scars of pain inflicted
Pain they inflict and pain that is self-inflicted.
Scars of love,
Scars of hate,
Scars I will never forget
And some I beg God I could forget.
Can you see my scars?
I feel them.
The eyes of those around me
Peering at my scars
Judging them,
Judging me.
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