Scars

Round and round we go

Searching for what, who knows

We twist and turn,

We shine and burn.

We drown and we fly,

We laugh and we cry.

We do this and much, much more

Mix and match our emotions

Ride many a storm

And in the end, we hide our battle scars

Under pretty make up and flowers.

What we realize until too late

Is that the lines that mar our slate

Those gashes in our emotional state

Are to be worn with pride

And baby, we are worth

Our weight in gold and many a earth.

And then a new life emerge

A Superhero so comes forth

To show the world

That all heroes have scars.

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She Didn’t Know

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She didn’t know how to love

Blindly, she followed his trail

Broken, her eyes shed blood

Her heart now frail.

She didn’t know how to trust

Hardened, she turned him away

Soon, he broke at her every defense

Her soul called for him each day.

She then knew

Love was a tryst

Rationality be damned

Lovers melt into mist

She then knew.

The Light

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I envy those who can remain kind in this world.

It is a cold, dark and cruel place with egos, frustrations and violence at play.

Power games, manipulations, greed and exploitation.

Where ‘the bad’, more often than not, wins.

Corruption wins.

And the lone voice of goodness and truth, is crushed. Like a light– snuffed out.

It may seem as a start of a story tale retelling, with the setting to the hero’s entry.

The one that makes all the difference. The harbinger of change.

But this isn’t a badly scripted story. It is life.

Our life.

And we do not have a hero.

The future plainly seen is utter destruction. People that tear each other down for personal gain.

Ethics and morals lost.

So, how can someone be kind?

Maybe, kindness needs to be saved. Protected from the dark grasps of all that is wrong with the world.

So that it can multiply untouched.

We need to save the light.