Of Hopes And Scars

I have a favorite self-written quote:

‘Hope is the light that will guide you home’.

And I have scars carved on my skin and heart

In the name of love and loss.

My mind keeps itself busy in their tug of war.

Contemplating what if the last petal turns yes,

And then those cracked lines seeming only surface-deep

Pierces through my hope and crushes each petal.

But this adamant heart, it wants to keep beating.

So it grows another flower, prettier one.

So tender and colorful that when my eyes

Side-glances on those scars, it fancies ignorance.

I live on the verge of hopes and scars,

Determined that someday the herbs made

From those crushed petals will heal it all

So that the scars will define and hope will guide.