• swarnatyagi 35w

    His scars, on my body still linger
    Neither red with pain
    Nor pink with healing
    Just dark, like old skin
    Waiting to fall off, giving way to life
    I can finally breathe
    A long held sigh
    As my lips give way

    I'm no warrior
    But scars remain
    Like warning marks
    Where the mirror reminds
    Of days gone by
    And those yet to arrive