Scars

As the world whirled around a pandemic, I found myself a little corner and wrote this poem down. Happy Reading!

Some chosen
Some accidental
They grow on you
Like moss on wet soil
They take on different colors
Like night's darkness spilled on marble

Or like the purple waves of the sea
They stretch and seep
Like water crawling down a bark
Was it the maker's mistake?
A curse of the past life?
A tactless accident?
But it remains engraved on the body
Still and innocent like a child gone to sleep
Where nobody knows how the child came to be there
And nobody knows what the child will do next
But the child remains
Sleeping and dreaming
It may leave some day
Or it may never leave
But as long as it is there
It makes its presence known
Announcing and proclaiming itself
Like a queen on her way to the throne
Its presence may weigh you down
As if you are drowning with a rock tied to your waist
Or it may lift you up
As light as a feather on a windy day
Where you rise
Above the darkness
Above the muddy seas
Above the scars