The mistakes that I made,
The foregone's I drag along with,
And the memories that haunt me,
All alone brings a smile
Those scars and wounds
Shaped like a shell upon me
And later when my past asks me,
I'll say some part of it were beautiful
And were etched forever
The rest you ask?
A beautiful memory to save for fated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"My scars I wear proudly" is a poignant but emphatic statement. Lovely poem…