Scars
I wake up with a hundered scars each morning,
And don't know from where even one came from.
Neither I am as klutzy anymore as I used to be,
Nor I have passion for conjuring pain to myself.
I just ponder why don't I avoid them, even though I could do very little with my sub consciousness.
Maybe a few scars won't be any harm.
Maybe they are medals of battles I never knew I was fighting.
Or that you never knew I was fighting.
Maybe these are victories we all are too shy or ashamed to be galored of.
I let them stay as they are.
Leaving more of them to come.
I will stay the way I am, I will pray you can accept them.