POLKA SCARS




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Pages of the past, mirrored in sand, meeting the sea.

A collaboration with the amazing @debadityadutta, on @enchantedink’s Prompt 4.

POLKA SCARS

~ a collaboration by @debadityadutta & @soulstitch_04

on EnchantedPrompt No. 4- “Scars are just another kind of memory.” ~ M. L. Stedman

When I look back

When I look back, I see spots both bright and dull

When I look back, I see spots both bright and dull. Flipping the pages of a dusty diary

When I look back, I see spots both bright and dull. Flipping the pages of a dusty diary, superstars are the red lines of heartbreak.

I caress the polka dots of past

I caress the polka dots of past, kindling their time-leached hue.

I caress the polka dots of past, kindling their time-leached hue. Wading through sand and salt

I caress the polka dots of past, kindling their time-leached hue. Wading through sand and salt, the oasis was never lost, is never found.

The sandy pictures of the diary

The sandy pictures of the diary are steeped in a horizon of hope,

some preceding tragedy,

some

some ebullient laughter.

Wistful winds play with the pages

Wistful winds play with the pages, now alight beneath a new sun.

Why should they even try

to

to see the wounds smiling?

In all humour,

In all humour, somewhere there is deep hate.

somewhere there is deep hate. The pages are

The pages are shards in my heart,

shards in my heart, pinning down the

pinning down the slightest efforts to curl my lips.

Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget that thorns are born for a good cause,

that thorns are born for a good cause, that glued shards

that glued shards still make a mirror.

still make a mirror. But they are

But they are stillborn dreams, after all.

I guess those dreams are now friendly nightmares,

howling and shaking hands in a manner only mirrors do.

The thorns have gone too far,

plunging and then white silence.

This diary of unburnt tears has learnt

to breathe through its missing pages,

once buried, now blossoming

as the defiance of a story-sprinkled backyard.

Deep in the backyard there is pain

Deep in the backyard there is pain, enchanting

Deep in the backyard there is pain, enchanting, glorious

Deep in the backyard there is pain, enchanting, glorious, and lovable.

It went through spots

It went through spots, heartbreak

It went through spots, heartbreak and rebirth

It went through spots, heartbreak and rebirth to end in a sea of calmness, filled in tears.

The pain tastes sweeter than the sea,

The pain tastes sweeter than the sea, rippling gently with the lessons learnt.

It embraces me

It embraces me, bruised

It embraces me, bruised and beautiful

It embraces me, bruised and beautiful, and together we sail

It embraces me, bruised and beautiful, and together we sail into the dawn of tomorrow.

Thank you for reading!

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