By –Laisha Adhikari
Scars
The story I’m telling is mine,
But could be yours too.
Let me confess,
The mirror I see more frequently than the books,
Are something that makes me fear,
The scares I hide from the world are what it shows me,
The pain, I try forgetting is all it reminds me.
Those dazzling lights in the operation theater,
Along with chatters of unfamiliar faces,
And the sounds from panic moments,
now makes my body feel the cold chill going through my spine.
Those countless dark sleepless nights,
I spent thinking about the scars I had .
Planning ways to hide them in every possible way,
To make sure, they don’t show anyway.
I hated my body for fighting a battle of life,
Forgetting to praise it and understanding it’s worth.
One day, a voice came from within me,
“Oh girl, what makes you insecure?”
Your body? That makes you who you are?
Or the scare, that still makes you beautiful?”
Reflected what was within me,
And then, came a spark I could see,
Made things all clear to change my life forever.
Its just all in my head, I better not fear,
I should love it so that I can flaunt it,
Scares are beautiful and I should accept it.
It makes me, and its a fact I cannot deny.
With the moment of reflection,
Changed everything, and here I am ,
Writing a poem about loving my body,
Definitely scars are beautiful and so are you.
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