Fable of Scars

Fable of Scars

4th April 2023

What does it mean to be a human? Maybe some bittersweet photographs of sentiments and encounters that emboldens one from within. The scars on those encounters have become a part of me. As I walked past the deepest and darkest path of all, an echo resonated throughout the silhouette of my reflection in the mirror. A sword in my hand but a foe I cannot see but hear. The laughter of mockery and animosity, knocked the very spirit to stand against anything.  Unlike other wars, the intention was not to lift the sword and attack the enemy. 

         When nothing was under control but ferocity held the power. With just a pinch of bravery to stand up again I got it. Trembling hands, heavy sword, and drop of sweat falling off oh, the battle was so intense. Went ahead. Then I heard the sound of the blow of a sword through the wave of air. Drops of blood poured all over. Did I win?


My hands were polished with the blood flowing through my own veins.  On either side of the war, I was the enemy and I was the warrior fighting for myself. 

 

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