I've earned each and every one of them.
"Aren't you proud of me?"
I got this when I fell from my bike.
Oooo, this one I got from school when I fell down a flight of stairs.
This one here I got from my neighbor's dog next door.
"I love collecting them. It's pretty easy.
You want to get them as well?"
Don't even bother! Mom always says that; "These scars are only meant for brave warriors."
Are you brave?
Oh look! I have a new one! This time from a pair of scissors. Surprisingly this one is the biggest one I have had so far.
But... why is it getting even bigger?
Why is getting... deeper?
Why can't I stop?
Why do I want to continue?
. . .
Do you still want these scars now?
YOU ARE READING
Abstract
PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
