SCARS OF DEPRESSION
Here on my arm,
Lies a mark so fresh.
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.