Bruises.

I got scars,
I got bruises,
Screaming the stories no one knows.
I am the warrior of a story untold,
Tears falling down,
Maybe my bruises will fade away,
Maybe my scars will drown,
Screaming and crying I’m always trying.
I got scars,
I got bruises,
They are a part of my soul,
Reminding me why I am sore.
I try and try,
Why won’t they go away,
Why won’t my pain leave me,
Why can’t I be free?
I try and I try,
They won’t leave,
I cry and I cry,
Still nothing.
I am a warrior,
I got scars,
I have stories untold,
Chapters to unfold.
Stories,
Of how I got up again,
Of how I faught,
Of how I was caught,
Just to be thrown into a cage,
Someplace unknown.
I still have stories you don’t know.
My bruises turned me into a knight,
A Knight I never had before,
I’m a Knight of my own.

Aashna Vidyarthi

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