A scar on my body runs
soul deep. Despite being
ages old, it never ceases
to pain. Reminding me constantly
of its existence, every hour and 
every second of the day. Still
capable of ruining the today,
the jolts of pain leaves me
astounded. My soul still
cuffed with it’s nightmares,
my dreams still chained
with the memories. Agony
is all I am capable of 
feeling, struggling is all
I can do. A hope still exists,
its flame although dim, sparks
that may be one day these shackles
will break, releasing me from this
merciless self-torture. May be one day
all this will be left in past where
it rightfully belongs and this
horrendous scar will heal,
lying dormant and painless.
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Trauma' 

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