Scars

The closer you get to people,

The more you appreciate the fact that everybody has a scar

Some are born with

Most are gotten

Scars may be visible

Scars may be hidden

Scars should not be dents to our beauty and glory

Scars have stories to tell

Scars have mysteries to unfold

Scars have secrets to unveil

Revel in your scars

And live to have more

For that is the truest beauty of Life!

The more you have the more stories you have to tell

Do not mar yourself with scars if need be

Howbeit appreciate every scar and celebrate every story it comes with

No matter how joyous or painful it might be

I love all my scars because they tell me stories of

How far God has brought me

This poem comes in the wake of successive failure in the search for unblemished beauty. Ironically, my scar is so visibly endowed on my forehead for the whole mankind to see. At times we go for what we don’t have. At times we expect too much from others but less from ourselves. Right from childhood I have always been in search for untainted beauty, but I always come back to this truth that there is nothing “scarless” in this world that is human. I was once told that anything that has no scars is possibly from the sea.

Like epiphany, I have come to appreciate the truth about scars and its place in the human existence, experiences and survival. That is the theme and underlining story of this poem.