Come here. Let me just show you
My favourite scar.
It's right here, on my left shoulder,
A coin shaped, reassuring imperfection,
A circular badge of bravery and honour,
It's my BCG vaccine scar,
That protected me from an ailment,
That could have taken my breath away.
That scar is proof of my parents' love,
Their determination to give me the best life,
I could possibly have.
Ha! What did you think?
That I would choose one of the scars you gave me,
The jagged, stinging scars you gifted me with?
No. I only love the scars that instruct,
That teach, That protect.
I don't need any more pointless scars.
Especially from you.
Thank you for reading!!
YOU ARE READING
NEPENTHE
PoetryHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
