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Scars and Stars

An evocative poem about pain and transcending it, by Elsy, exclusively for Different Truths.

Almost

everyone has scars,

one, or many,

mild, or deep,

manmade,

or nature made.

 

These scars,

like stars,

hardly visible

in daylight,

begin to light up,

at the fading of the light.

 

While being branded with scars,

one feels stampeded

in the fire pits

of the netherworld.

 

Those with real fire

inside them, rise out

of the flaming pits of fire,

like the mythical Phoenix.

 

They can smile in pride

at the phoenix in them,

surfacing, like gold,

purified through fire.

 

Later, these scars

become stars,

affixed to the uniform

of the soldiers in their souls.

 

It is for us, only us,

to choose, whether to ash out

in the pit of raging fire,

or to emerge, purified,

like a phoenix in gold.

©Elsy Satheesan

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Elsy Satheesan
Elsy Satheesan is a retired Professor of English. She had been teaching in colleges under the Govt. of Kerala, India. Currently, she resides in Virginia, USA. ‘Random Musings’ is her first volume of poems. ‘Summer Snow’, is the forthcoming one. Her poems have been published in national and international anthologies. Short stories in Malayalam have been published in weekly and fortnightly, in Kerala. Humanity is her religion, and poetry, her passion.
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