An evocative poem about pain and transcending it, by Elsy, exclusively for Different Truths.
Almost
everyone has scars,
one, or many,
mild, or deep,
manmade,
or nature made.
These scars,
like stars,
hardly visible
in daylight,
begin to light up,
at the fading of the light.
While being branded with scars,
one feels stampeded
in the fire pits
of the netherworld.
Those with real fire
inside them, rise out
of the flaming pits of fire,
like the mythical Phoenix.
They can smile in pride
at the phoenix in them,
surfacing, like gold,
purified through fire.
Later, these scars
become stars,
affixed to the uniform
of the soldiers in their souls.
It is for us, only us,
to choose, whether to ash out
in the pit of raging fire,
or to emerge, purified,
like a phoenix in gold.
©Elsy Satheesan
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Beautifullly expressed maam. I can feel the pain as if it is tangible.