Here on my arm,
Lies a mark so fresh.
Self inflicted,
To punish my flesh.
I pierced a knife through my skin with no refrain,
How can i not feel that tender pain?
Reminiscing on the scars left on my arm and chest,
I realised i laid in a place of total unrest.
Though am culpable;
Leaving on my body these signs,  
I still remember blood dripping from my skin like juice  
From grape vine.  
These scars remain a reminder,  
On my body so rough and slender.
I wept and remained in solitude day by day,
But strongly believed I'll crawl out of it come what may.  
Now am a freeborn,  
Reuniting my body and soul from depression.
Its like a battle won,  
How can i tame my gladdened wild heart from this expression?
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.  
I condemned myself to vanquish my self-rival.
Written by Prinx
Published | Edited 13th Sep 2019
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