Time has exposed your battle scars,
The ones on your body being the lightest.
The darkness within reflects in the glass,
But still doesn't dim your brightness.
Marks on your body may heal themselves
But wounds on the soul may not
Time may heal all sore bonds
But some relationships are forever lost.
Yet you try, again and some more
To be the person they wanted you to be
Even though you know they may never return
You wait for centuries, letting your eyes bleed.
When the darkness within threatens to take over
You long for light and to be freed.
Fight the reflection in the mirror,
Before you sink far too deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Abhilaasha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.